Dawnlark Plains Nasty freestyle

Manauia offered a rather vague but nonetheless heartfelt answer to Junior's question. The yearling didn't pick up on the slight, mostly because she was imagining this distant paradise. As an Outrider, she loved to hear about faraway places. Maybe she would go there someday. She intended to stay with Saena's pack a long while, yet there was still a lot of traveling Junior wanted to accomplish before she kicked the bucket.

It seemed Junior's question had spurred some strong feelings in Manauia, for she abruptly pardoned herself and went on her way. Junior didn't try to stop her, nor did she really mind that much. She offered a stiff bob of her snout, two-toned eyes following the she-wolf until she moved out of sight. Her eyes then cut back to the rather flat, uninteresting scenery before her.

She yawned. Now that she was freshly bathed, that nap was in order. Not one to be picky about sleeping space, the skinny black she-wolf simply sprawled on the ground, closed her eyes and fell asleep on the sunlight plains.