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

She’s often too restless to settle. Too much remain unknown that she sometimes clings briefly to the idea of another. Her grip is never strong, often releasing when things become off-kilter, and she finds herself here instead of trapped on the island with wolves she doesn’t even know. She misses @Anatha at times though she is certain the developing pack can take care of the girl better than she could alone. Drogon has filled the void of loneliness, though, and she’s thankful for that space being taken up.

“Kind of, but… not really,” she answers, though she realizes it is confusing. “There is a child tagging along with me. We’ve been scouting out the area. Um, if you want to tag along with us, you can—it might make things a little easier,” she tells the woman, uncertain and wholly prepared for rejection. As much as she’d like to cling to hope that another, able-bodied adult will very much give them an extra boost, she knows their appeal is little.