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

when they'd crossed over the borders again, and Dawn's breathing had returned to post-rabid-fox levels, she turned to Loir. "go tell the mothers about the fox - the pups should stay near the den for the next few days. I'll make sure it hasn't tried to come back." she doubted it, but she also doubted she'd be able to sleep easily unless the fox was far from the territory. instructions given, she dipped her chin the slightest before turning on her heel and heading back to the place they'd originally seen it, hackles prickling still.