Dawnlark Plains I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize

It's a pleasure, he said, and as she got a little lost in his grin, she realized it was beginning to be. For a moment, she focused on the handsome male instead of the vast plains around her. She blinked a few times as he turned his head back towards her, remembering she needed to participate in the conversation. She sighed, Yeah, it does take some getting used to.

She looked around as she took in his words, her head nodding suddenly, as if he had given her the reason for her dislike of the plains. We are pretty spread out, she agreed, her gaze turning back to him. I'm not used to being out in the open. I like to have places to hide, she admitted. I didn't used to like being around a bunch of wolves, but now I'm finding it a little lonely to have the pack so spread out. Her voice was soft and a little hesitant throughout her confession, hoping it didn't make her sound ungrateful to be here.