Dawnlark Plains then they called me, too

The hunt had been successful, and the pack had mostly eaten their fill. They were settling into their new territory, but Grayday couldn't help but think that not everything was settled. He knew it was due, in part, to the lack of familiarity in the landscape. The kids - were they even kids anymore? - were tired, the wind was cold, and there was an odd scent on the wind that he thought the younger wolves in the pack might not recognize as Spring.

But it was more than that. It was a strange feeling he got from Dawn and Aditya. It was the strange distance between Easy and her littermates. It was Raid's empty silence. It was the weight of Burr's death.

Grayday traced through the land, not yet decided on where they'd place their borders. Several of his children had gone off toward the Maplewood, so he figured that would soon be part of their claim. It was a bigger area than they'd tried to control on the plateau, but there were less resources, here, and they might need the extra space. It only made sense to have both woods and plains. That way, both he and Aditya could be comfortable no matter the season.

"Ah, Adi," he sighed, turning his head in the Maplewood's direction. There was something wrong, there. Grayday wondered if there was anything he could do to help his children patch up their differences, but this was Dawn he was thinking about. Had it ever helped when she and Sunny had clashed? Not if his memory served him correctly.

With a heavy sigh, the male sat down in the snow, his thoughts on the lives of his children. Soon enough, there would be more thrown into the mix. Could he handle it all?