Dawnlark Plains your pages are full, your age is a lie

---

trade thread - tracker
it was the raven's that drew her attention some the grey, listless coming of dawn; their discordant cawing shattering the monotonousness of the particular day. auds flickered as she regarded them, stretched out carefully in a tight stretch that threatened the scabs across her shoulders. blinking, she positioned the group somewhere near the edges of the territory. she was just fast enough, for in a moment's time they fell abruptly silent. 

their agitation spoke of something freshly killed; without some other carnivore to tear open the carcass to offer feeding space, pickings were slim. rising and giving her pelt a stiff shake, she moved near the rendezvous with the intention of prodding one of her sleeping packmates awake, black shapes occasionally drifting above the treetops far in the distance.