Dawnlark Plains natural selection

With the victory of Phoenix Maplewood, however small it may be, Gavriel is hopeful things would settle. A little peace would do the Dragon wolves some good, he is sure; he can see how tired the Heda is, the weight of the last few months holding her down. Dissolving Seageda had not been an easy decision, one he didn’t understand at the time—one he can’t admit he understands now—but he doesn’t question it. If her paw had been forced to make the call, he wouldn’t question it. It is their way to follow, whether or not they necessarily knew the information. The god within his younger sister is not a force he wishes to dispute.

Graviel moves into territory he’s not explored, unsure exactly of where he’s going. Since finding Heda, he’d stuck nearby, not wanting to leave her again. Not wanting to be away from home, but he finds himself further west than he intends, following a scent of a herd that ultimately leaves him lost. He couldn’t pick it back up and he realizes now he’d gone entirely in the opposite direction and he’s left an an expanse of plain with uncertainty. He knows the grotto wolves are not far off, but he keeps his distance, and for a brief moment he wonders if they will do anything about them, but he brushes it aside.  

He puts his nose the ground and begins to walk again, in hopes to find something of interest once more.