Badlands — [p] Magic in my bones

With the help of his father, Gatlin brought the herd back to the wagons. When they arrived Gatlin's Ma and sister were setting up camp. While father went to greet the girls, Gatlin would wander over to the sleepy ranch hands watching the fire. "Why don't you three go catch supper. A rabbit or something Ma could use to feed us!" The hands nodded sharply and got up, going out to look for morsels to eat. Gatlin sat down on an elk skin that had been laid out in front of the simple lean to tent. There were still plenty of furs and tents that needed to be made up before night fall. "Gatlin, me, your ma and Nova are gonna look after the cattle this shift- think ya could finish up camp?' Gatlin chuckled to himself. "Course I can Dad!" And with that thr family split ways. While he was busy finding the right sticks and wedging them just deep enough into the soil to hold their canvas flap lean to tents. He'd gotten three set up aand a few more skins laid out- the cowhand camp wss really coming along great, when he heard what sounded like wings approaching. The wolf looked up, and to his surprise he found another canine! "Well lookie here!" Carefully Gatlin approaches the stranger, sniffing as he did. "Who are you?" Never mind that the stranger just wondered up on the campsite- he wanted to know just who he was dealing with here.  Luckily, for now, it was just the pair of them. His family seemed blissfully unaware, singing to the cattle in the distance to keep them calm. "My name is Gatlin, Gatlin Westwood- and I'm not quite sure where we have ended up- some strange looking hole brought us here..do you know by chance..where here is?" He arched an eyebrow and moved closer to the fire and set down, never facing away from the new comer. One could never be to careful.  --- Speech.