Dawnlark Plains a day of quiet adventure

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There would be no world-weariness here, she had decided beyond a shadow. There would be no pity or melancholy, there would be only care and focus. Lucani, a healer who'd been poisoned by a rival (or so she professed), had grown too ill to be of further use to Sleeping Dragon and so had forfeited her place among them. Now she roamed from those borders — or rather had done so a couple of days ago. She had not got far. Yes she had every intention of joining another pack if she could, but if she pushed herself too hard she would die. And so she took her time. She was too weak to hunt, but she knew several quick tricks for catching fish, so by following the river she enjoyed a healthy three meals a day. She did not have the strength to dig dens to sleep in, so she carefully found windbreaks and hideaways to sleep in. So far, her mysterious illness had not got any better — but, vitally, nor had it worsened.

Today she slowly roamed a great plain. She spotted young rabbits hither and thither, but resisted trying to chase them. Looking around her, she could see for what felt like miles. She kept to the edge of the stream she followed, but that was all the navigation she was capable of. Directionless but content, Lucani ventured onwards into the wide-open unknown.