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

The other compliments her name and she feels a burn in her cheeks, causing her tail to swish with more speed. “Thank you,” she says quietly, carefully taking another step forward to make their conversation a little more lax. “I wasn’t hunting,” she explains, brushing off the apology. There hadn’t been much to disrupt except her aimless talking. She’s attempting to find somewhere that resembles something more permanent and the open plain does little to offer much shelter and protection. What lays before her in the unknown may hold such promise but it can always wait.

“I’m looking to find somewhere to settle, I guess. I’m tired of searching for a home,” she explains. Her words are vague, partly for her own guidance. There have been no other packs that she’s come across but it isn’t necessarily what she’s looking for either. A small patch a land, perhaps, for her and Drogon to call home-base at most. “You’re alone?”