Dawnlark Plains give me blood and rage and a heart for horror

The huntress had mixed feelings about being alone again. It was freeing, to have nothing to hold her back or slow her down. She enjoyed the brisk pace she set for herself, and the absence of responibility for her packmates. Watching over Heartha had been terrible for both of them - she wondered if Grayday saw that, now.

But, she supposed there was still no excuse for what had transpired. She should've been paying more attention to the other women, dull as it had been. She'd thought Heartha couldn't cause too much trouble on her own, and that, as long as Sunspot checked up on her, she would be fine.

Apparently not.

Sunspot sighed and picked up her pace, hoping to outrun such thoughts. The bad part about being alone was that there was nothing to distract her from her guilt - or her loneliness. So the woman was glad to see the ruddy blip far off in the distance, making her own purposeful way through the plains. Changing her trajectory slightly, Sunspot made a beeline for the other wolf.

"Hello," she called out, her tail wagging in a friendly manner. She would've preferred the company of a male, but beggers couldn't be choosers.