Dawnlark Plains there's treasure everywhere

In fact, Drag slowly flopped to the ground, biting back a sigh as her eyes lingered wistfully on the place where she had last spotted the marmot. She was very, very hungry. She hadn't eaten a square meal since leaving home. Fortunately, she knew of many edible plants, so she wasn't in immediate danger of starvation. Still, she craved meat.

She rolled her head to look up at Ditty. He seemed to really want her to join his pack, despite her allegiance to Shiprock. Perhaps if she agreed, he would feed her. That was the benefit of a pack, she knew. But Drag didn't want to join his pack, even with the promise of free food. She gazed away, into the distance, thinking. Her parents would probably not mind if she checked out packs besides theirs, so she didn't worry about betrayal. She just wasn't interested.

"No thank you," she declared after a time, shifting her weight onto her opposite hip to look at Ditty more directly once more. "Where is your pack? What is it like?" she asked in the next beat, the sudden and burning curiosity in her voice quite possibly confusing Ditty in the wake of her rejection.