1 little, 2 little, 3 little Adravendis; 4 little...5 little....good god

Meri's call was just in time. Mæva was feeling better, fresh and recovered from her attempt at deer hunting that had left her bruised and scraped. She was about to take off for the prairie when she heard her father's call. As independent as she was she was also loyal and her father's summons out weighed her desire to go to the prairie. Besides, she hadn't even really decided what she was going to do there. Probably hunt, see if there were any newborn animals she'd have a chance at taking solo.

Mæva scrambled northward toward a lush plain that she would very much like to hunt on except it smelt of pack. Rats! Why did packs always claim the good lands? She trotted over to her father and sought to lick at his muzzle. "Hey dad!"