Dawnlark Plains Oh, like, chainmail or something?

tagging for reference! :-)

it's afternoon when dauntless wraps up his patrol on the southern border. it took him longer — he spent a good bit of time focusing on strengthening the borders ( not that they weren't strong enough on their own ); and he was late when he started because he spent time with his baby siblings to give @Spiritwalker a break to stretch her legs or whatever she wanted to use her small break for. dauntless still struggles to wrap his mind around them — how tiny and delicate they are and that despite their stature they have the lungs of fucking pterodactyls. still, dauntless has to begrudgingly admit that they are cute.

dauntless gets caught up in thoughts of tiny trio and lets out a start when he realizes — as his steps bring him nearer and nearer — that he's on a collision course with someone else. mirza stops himself abruptly, hazel eyes that always are more green then they are brown focus upon her where she lounges in the sun. the sun's positioned in his eyes so he can't make out any actual details about her, only her silhouette. dauntless contemplates for a moment if he should apologize and go about his way or stay. he's not sure whose path he's managed to unintentionally cross — she smells familiar but in an extremely vague way and the aspiring guardian can't let it stand to not know every pack member. that was just poor form and lazy guardian-ing. "hey." the hunter greets her casually with a friendly wag of his tail and an effortless grin tugging at the edges of his lips.