Dawnlark Plains Slightly broken's just what I need

As Cita followed the cream colored female, so too did her darker counterpart. Nochtli was seemingly never far from the medic, the two loners sticking together now as they had before they'd found the Prince's imposter. The plain they traveled across was a familiar piece of land, her exploration of the North lending to her knowledge of the area. But what knowledge she'd had was fractured now, faulty due to the condition that the storm had left everything in. The prey was gone for the most part and there were trees and uprooted plants everywhere, making it tough to discern what was familiar to her, at times.

Her shoulder checked Cita's for the briefest moment as she chuffed softly to catch the other female's attention. She was hunting, it seemed. This was something that Nochtli had grown quite practiced in during her time as a loner and the fact that she could track pretty decently assisted in her skills. A wag of her tail was given, her body language plainly stating her intent. If Cita would join them, they would cover even more ground and possibly find something decent and not rotten to eat.