Dawnlark Plains trying for years to flee

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"of course!" the mayfair exulted, pleased at grayday's invitation to the morningside hunt. she was fleet of foot; where she lacked in musculature, mona was skilled in speed. a smile wreathed her muzzle as she glanced to kind pema, dipping her head at the male's words and watching him depart with curiosity plain on her features.
mona granted pema her attention then, listening to what words the woman would say. she was eager to learn what she might of this place in the days to come, and her interest was plain and mingled with dazzlement.