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

Aviana was unaware of the fight that had transpired between Sunny and Dawn. Really, she was unaware of most of what was happening in the pack as of late. Her pregnancy had taken up the majority of her mind, and since her appetite had increased exponentially, she spent a lot of time hunting small game. Within the past few days, she had started to feel tiny movements in her abdomen, though she wasn't quite sure exactly what it was. 

It was what she was doing when Dawn's scent, mixed with blood, caught her attention. Her head lifted up, and she chuffed when she caught sight of her friend. She didn't immediately see the signs of an altercation, but when she did, worry floated through her expression. Hey, Dawn, are you okay? she asked.