Dawnlark Plains bron-y-aur stomp

Lavender wasn't around much these days; or more specifically, she was everywhere, learning the terrain, watching the animals from great distances, chasing birds, doing everything in her power to accomplish as much as she could during the daylight hours. The new coat she sported wasn't so new anymore but it helped her plenty, keeping the chill of winter away - which then transitioned to the cold of spring's dawning. Lately, the only time anyone could find Lavender for any length of time was by complete accident whenever she'd pass out in the field; she needed to sleep more and roam less, but it was hard for the girl to curtail her new-found freedom.

When the call rose upon the air to hunt, Lavender was taking a quick nap and she was roused from that nap by the song. After yawning and quickly stretching, the sleepy girl did heed the call and came racing across the plains, eager to take part. Her apprehension about her actual skill (or lack thereof) was forgotten as she came upon the scene, and Lavender yipped an excited greeting towards Shale before wheeling about, looking around for more bodies.