Dawnlark Plains listen to the wind blow, down comes the night

he wasn't too far off when he heard the two howls--first for forrest, then for himself and grayday--and aditya trotted toward the source of the noise, ears folded backward in worry. he hadn't thought about the old healer in a little bit, had never really gotten to properly thank her for saving his life, but now that her face came to his mind, he realized he hadn't seen her in a while. had something terrible befallen the woman?

the brown male arrived first, giving dawn a gentle nuzzle to her cheek before stepping away, eyes troubled. "i haven't seen her recently, either," he said without preamble, mouth twisting in a frown. "i thought we had kept track of everyone on the journey, but. . ."

but. the buts haunted him. but it had been a turbulent time, and morningside was a big pack; there were bound to be those who slipped through the tracks. but their move had not been meticulously planned--errors could have been made. but hostilities still brewed in the valley, and, from what he had seen at grimnismal, on the coast as well.