Dawnlark Plains the wind when it's howling

she paused in her trail, one sterling paw hovering just above the ground as she peered over her shoulder. smile came easily as she pivoted and moved to meet him, the affectionate gestures that had become so familiar marking their meeting. there was a simple ease to their actions, for they, much like the rest of the pack, had settled. 

things were not perfect. there existed space between them, their claim on the maplewood was loose, and she had yet to come to favor the plains. and yet things were good, and it was this that reassured her that it would be alright. 

"hey," she echoed, moving the brush alongside him. for a moment, grin fluttered at her muzzle as she sought a similarly easy response, and yet she faltered. "you know how we used to talk, about exploring come spring?" it had been a few sparse conversations here and there, and the coast had been the focus of the discussions, and yet it seemed the simplest way to introduce her desire.