Dawnlark Plains talking trash under your breath

Although Raid hadn't called for any of them, all three of the wolves she was looking for converged on her location all at once. For Grayday, it was a nigling feeling at the back of his mind that drew him to the confused young woman within their ranks. He still felt that there was more he needed to do for her, but the male didn't have the faintest clue of what exactly that should be. He had only a year of parenting under his belt, and nothing had prepared him for guiding the dark girl through her misery. It seemed that his approaches weren't working.

"Dawn, Adi," said Grayday, surprised to find Raid in company. There was an odd, tense mood in the air. Grayday's great, blind head turned toward each wolf in turn, learthery nostrils expanding and contracting as he tested their scents. All hale, all healthy. "Is something the matter?"