Dawnlark Plains The trees are filled with memories

As the wolfess scuffed the ground, a prick of compassion touched her and mixed with her wariness. Cupping her ears forward, her eyes became a bit softer. She hesitated a moment before smiling once again, her voice kind. Now that I think about it, if you want to, they should be on the coast. You should search out either my friend Rosalyn or Smoke. They are nice, but I wouldn't cross either of them. It isn't a good idea. The kind voice was firm, a warning lingering in the air. She regarded the wolfess warily, yet she could not deny her the chance to prove herself. But she knew if this wolfess crossed her friends, they would not be the only ones looking for her.