Dawnlark Plains Don't Accept the Truth

Reek departed the Maplewood with the intention of heading southwest to keep an eye on the pack forming in the emberwood and to gauge their numbers before amassing a group to drive them away, but he eventually decided against it and diverted his course. He decided it would be a rash move to head out alone, but his legs still carried him away from his territory. Wanderlust had once again gripped his heart.

Avoiding the Silver Moraine, Reek cut through the Herbalists's Cache and found himself in the throes of the Dawnlark Plains. It was a familiar territoy to the raggedy alpha, who had previously taken residence in the Rise visiable in the distance. However, the tall grass that once characterized the plains was no more; All that had survied after the disastrous fire that drove the wolves of Redtail Rise away was dead from the frost, thus granting an unfamiliar level of visibility to the flatlands.

In the distance, he saw a lump of tawney brown, sleeping in a tightly coiled ball. A small coyote. While most wolves reacted in a hostile manner to those that they deemed to be lesser breeds, Reek was not most wolves. He had taken in two coyote pups and had attempted to raise them as his own (of course, it had been a failure), but Reek could only assume that this coyote must have been Sart, who had wandered off in the beginning of winter— unbeknownst to Reek, to die. His tail wagged behind him in a happy sway and from a distance he called out, "Sart!"