Dawnlark Plains Set this dump ablaze

[table width=80%][tr][td]It felt slightly weird - feeling her daughter this close to her again. She remembered her as a tiny girl, lost and taken in by the Bats of the night. K'atik had given birth around the same time little Riq had been brought to her. Perhaps, if the group had been big enough around that time, she would've been killed. The lioness was glad it had not come to such extremes and grateful for her presence.

The scythe's lanky body wrapped slightly around that of Riqtajinaq's, her back rubbing against the toughness of the tree - satisfying an itch. She then lay her head atop her paws, nose sniffling in the frost before she truly settled. Rest softly. She murmured, feeling that it was appropriate to wish her daughter goodnight. She dearly hoped they would sleep all throughout the day, so they could travel further at dusk or even at night.[/td][/tr][/table]