She passed the flattened grass where Tomas had been frolicking with his girlfriend and made a note to mention it to him. She didn’t mind his love life, but her brother had to attend his duties when it was lambing season. She found the stray just as the sun began to dip. The little bleater was curled in a ball and calling weakly. “Easy, short stuff.” Tyhana settled on the grass, and she moved carefully toward the lamb. There was a wolf pack three hills over, and they were heading toward the plaintive bleat. Ty scooped the lamb into her arms and stood, using her wings for balance as she pushed off with her mind. After a few awkward moments, they were on their way back to the farm, nestled in the most inhospitable valley on all of Orion’s Rest. She found the worried mother and put the lamb down next to her. Ty watched as the weak baby toddled over to its mom and started to acquire dinner.
