Dawnlark Plains It's not the end

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After having accepted Sadie into the pack, the serpent had set out once more on a journey of sorts. She'd started to test her boundaries, seeing how far she could go and how long she could stay away before @Depp came searching. To her, it was a game, something meant to bring her amusement for the time being. Eventually, however, it would become something of a job. To travel and keep away for a long period of time, so that perhaps she could birth and then kill the children in peace. Oh, how she wished that would happen, that things would go as planned. Already she was at the point in which she just wished them out, her instincts of self-preservation driving her to remove from her body the parasites that plagued it, conflicting with the maternal instincts she was (unknowingly) developing. Of course, she still had quite some time to go before that would happen, but that didn't prevent her from desiring it.

Sen had traveled eastward, crossing into the marsh and then continuing through to the plains that laid beyond it. The two locations were ones she'd often found herself frequenting, though this time she would be certain to push herself further. It'd felt like ages since she'd last trekked over long distances, and the woman found herself craving a grand adventure of sorts. As she made her way through the plains, however, she'd wondered if she might have to put it off, for a scent had captured her attention. Without having really planned to do so, she'd followed it, brining her upon a male. Silently, she'd questioned whether or not he still lived, and was then answered by the rise and fall of his side. Damn. "Laying out in the open like that is a good way to get yourself killed," she'd stated, keeping back a short ways, eying the stranger. Honestly, she didn't care whether he lived or died, but why pass up a conversation?