Dawnlark Plains daybreak

Hope it's ok I swoop in

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She had been running, not literally but metaphorically. She was walking away from her family and her former pack hoping to escape from the memories that were still there. She felt cold even before entering the plains which were covered in a layer of snow. Internally she was broken and didn't care what happened to her in these moments. Anything that would distract her from recent evens, she was willing to welcome. The snow that mayched the color of her fur crunched under her paws. The scenery seemed to match her present mood.

She was new to these parts and as she flead her former pack she knew that she would have to find a new one rather quickly. She had been in a pack all her life and had been the right hand man, or woman, to her former alpha and sister. A new setting would give her new meaining, purpose, and drive. She had not yet found herself either. She had been a follower her whole life although always high on the totum pole of pack life. She seemed neither good or bad but in her current state she was nothing. A lump of clay waiting for something to happen to it and create its form. 

So she drifted through the plain, not nessasarily waiting for something to happen but subcontiously hoping something would tohelp her ignore her pain.