Dawnlark Plains here we come a-wassailing

Kieran was relatively quiet during the trip, absorbed by his own thoughts and wishes. He felt some kind of longing deep within his bones, though for what he had no clue - perhaps time would reveal what he yearned so desperately for. He stuck generally near the middle of the group, gaze searching the areas they past for any good hunting spots. It would be good to stock up on food, though the coming of Spring promised plentiful amounts of prey for the wolves to hunt.

There were few trees on this vast, open plain, but he made no question against it. Surely they would not make the decision to move here if they did not believe it to be suitable for their new home?

Kieran weaved slowly between wolves, gaze searching Sorrel for he was certain she would be nearby.