Dawnlark Plains to take peace from The Earth

Ryūjin was far behind her as she set out to explore her surroundings, content and comfortable in her ability to do so less as a necessity and more for general knowledge gain. The anxieties of being an ever paranoid lone wolf were starting to slip off of her shoulders, and instead Menta fell back into her old role of scouting. Her new pack had fed her as best they could - far better than she had been able to feed herself as a lone wolf - and her stomach felt full enough to fuel this passion.

But Menta knew better than to skip a potential meal, something she kept in mind as she spotted black flying dots in the distance. Birds knew where meals were, birds could sometimes be chased off for a brief enough moment for a large wolf to sneak off part of their find. Menta had no shame in picking off part of a weaker animal's meal in this time of famine, especially since they were rarely the predators themselves.

An auburn looking animal with a silver sheened coat gave Menta pause, although it wasn't readily apparent whether or not this creature - fox? no, too large; lupa, Menta corrected herself as she squinted ahead - had noticed the intrusion. Yellow eyes followed to where the other's attention was currently fixated and found a young vulture peering back. Unsure of the other wolf's intentions, and not wanting to scare off any birds around them in case this was part of some bizarre hunt or game, Menta stood still and silent.