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

Aviana agreed swiftly, and Dawn almost managed a smile as she turned on her heel and led the pregnant woman to the western edge of the plains, speaking as they went. "there's been a group of pheasants nesting near the edge of the morass. it'll take some searching, but they'll fill our caches nicely."  she could lose herself in hunting, in her duty to ensure the pack went fed. her gaze shifted back to aviana, waiting for her to agree to the plan before offering her plan to take down as many as possible.