Dawnlark Plains here we come a-wassailing

with no hunter's moon, and what had transpired a week or so earlier, the second journey north was much more disagreeable to aditya than the first had been. he trudged on quietly, buried deep in his own thoughts and trying to ignore the icy wind pummeling him as they traveled on. spring was around the corner--or it should be, at least--but it was still too bloody cold.

they stopped in dawnlark plains at last. and with a langurous stretch, aditya padded off with the pretense of scouting. he was headed for the maplewood, for some shelter and respite, and would join the others on a hunt with the next morning's light.

exit adi