Dawnlark Plains I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize

He lifted his chin, pointing to a spot just south of where they stood, obscured by a small rise. "Just over there," Shale said. He smiled at her question, and gave her a gentle nod. "Of course." The man gave a wag of his tail and strode forward, beckoning for her to follow. He waited until she was alongside him--or near as she wanted to come--before increasing his pace to a slow trot.

Shale was glad to see Aviana coming out of her shell. She'd come to Morningside quiet and timid, and he'd barely seen anything of her in the moons she'd been a member of the pack. Hell, he scarcely knew a thing about her, and he cast a sideways glance at her, interest piqued.

"Where were you living, before Morningside?" he asked, ears canting forward curiously. He'd heard some mention that she had relatives in the Caldera pack, but beyond that, he was utterly clueless. He wondered if the tensions between that band of wolves and the others in the valley had caused her to flee.