Dawnlark Plains a little wrinkle in time, make you pull the iron out

Thyme had made his way out of that marsh. That way wasn't for him, so he decided to head in another direction. Spring was really starting to come out, and it caused for patches of grasses and ground to appear. It also caused for half melted snow which turned to icy patches. The male noticed a female ahead that seemed to make a stumble. He winced out loud at the smack. Poor gal.

Luckily she seemed to get up on her paws though. The male decided to approach her, a little cautious if embarrassment of the girl might not make her openminded to a stranger. He woofed to let her know he was close. He stopped at a respectful distance. "I hope you are alright?," he asked her. Tail low and relaxed, his body lean, perhaps a little on the skinnier side.