Dawnlark Plains Set this dump ablaze

[table width=80%][tr][td]No complaints, no words. All the lioness was given was a nod - a simple gesture of understanding. It was all she needed, all she really asked for when the simple statement had fallen from her bloodied lips. She was glad she did not have to follow the Great Black all by herself - it was strange when her own, biological daughters were not preferred over an adopted one. It was as if Yubyutik and Imuch' did not carry the same fire, the same desire, as the little Lostling. Adopting her had been one of the best, most respectable thing the Scythe had ever done - and in return, she had gotten a loyal follower of the Bat.

Are you tired? She asked with mild concern. While she'd rather follow Camazotz wherever he went, she was still a mother and had to care for her subjects. Without them, both she and the Great Black were nothing.[/td][/tr][/table]