Dawnlark Plains Longing to belong

       Nara was dragging herself through the snow. How much longer, she thought, can I keep going on alone? As if fate had heard her, another wolf came walking towards her and introduced herself. It is... I'm Nara, Nara answered. She looked at Theia curiously, her head slightly tilted to the side. Theia looked confident, tail up high, and even the way she spoke made Nara instinctively lower her head a little. But the dried blood that clung to her grey fur made Nara think that maybe she wasn't as alright as she wanted Nara to believe. Are you okay? She asked, nodding at the wound.