Dawnlark Plains all my dreams are in a width of languages my tongue can speak

when she awoke the next day, the swirling sea of grief abated, replaced mostly be a tight dagger-point of it against her heart. for a long moment she did not move from @Aditya's side, thinking, reflecting. things seemed clearer, sharper with sleep, even if they were a little greyer. she rose quietly, blinking at the sinking sun and judging there to be a few more hours of daylight left. 

she could not hesitate, could not doubt what she'd said to Sunny. otherwise, she'd sink back into that sea, and that she would not do. she'd yet to see @Dauntless, or @Aviana following all the events of yesterday, and it was one of these two she made it her goal to seek as she moved over the plains, neglection in her single-mindedness to do much about the stiff, dried blood coating her tail. she'd find one of them, and hunt, and find use. she did not need to do the calculations to discover that they had a frightfully low amount of hunters, and she threw that worry on top of the fast-growing pile in the rear of her mind.