Dawnlark Plains the twisted mouth

Tomorrow. What a procrastinator. But, whatever. She watched him settle down and took that as her cue to leave. "Good luck." Her parting words were the last she spoke to him, turning and leaving the scene and the odd wolf behind. He was a creature who piqued her curiosity but something told her not to push him. She listened to that something all the time and would not change her habits now.

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