Dawnlark Plains 'cause they will run you down, down til the dark

you're good!

with the situation in the maplewood more or less squared away, aditya felt slightly more at ease, but tension still prickled at his spine with every step he took. dawn's howl in the distance did not alleviate it in the slightest; it grew even more, 'til he was taut as a rope stretched to its limits. a hangman's noose, around his neck. he was strangled, suddenly, and swallowed the bile that threatened to choke him as he trotted over the rise, dawn coming into view.

"well, that was, uhm. . ." he trailed off, unable to find adequate words. "not good," he concluded lamely, winning the prize of the week for understatement. he shifted awkwardly on his large paws, shifting his gaze between dawn and the border, the border and dawn--but never definitively resting on either. his mind was in a million places at once, his focus scattered to the wind.

"i've not scented them before," adi murmured, looking toward the maplewood. "their faces are unfamiliar. they're new. and that male has a mind that doesn't forget," he added, mouth quirking worriedly as he finally met dawn's eyes, or at least tried to, face grave.