Dawnlark Plains and I know that I'll always be found

it was curious, then, for someone who seldom frequented the plain to be found there now, but aditya had left the woods looking for dawn. he'd been thinking a lot of the idea of two packs co-existing in adjacent territories, and wanted to give his thoughts to her before expressing them to anyone else. after all, in theory, they'd lead together; she deserved to know first.

bristling at the icy wind, aditya trotted across the open land, face set in a grimace of distaste. oh, why had he come back out here? he felt ashamed, as if he wasn't a proper morningsider, weathering the chill of the rendezvous spot like everyone else. even the dens didn't keep him sufficiently warm.

her scent grew stronger as he traveled, and he followed it with alacrity, hoping he could get the conversation over with as soon as possible so he could head back into the shelter of the trees. interestingly enough, her trail brought him to the base of a tree. aditya slowly looked up and, with amusement, found his young wife. . .in the tree.

of course.

"namaskar, meri chhoti chidiya," adi called up to her, his voice playful. he smiled as he continued. "how's the view up there?"