Still Family

Frith found himself on the borders of both Threar and Abaven as he took his morning walk around the perimeter. The morning was just beginning to dawn and the eager song birds already filled the skies with their joyous sounds. He'd seen a few deer on his trek a good potential group hunt really. His yearling children had yet to be taken on a pack hunt, and with the growin population of ungulates he had every intention of showing them how it was done. Though probably not today. Already the warmth was obvious. He was hardly uncomfortable yet, but Frith could feel the heat coming. He'd taken to the nights and dusk and dawn as his times of activity. He couldn't deal with the heat of the day.

Frith's mind would wander almost to the point where he'd miss the sound of rustling grasses from the other side of the border, eager features would look up to see...