Dawnlark Plains Anybody there?

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water drips from her pelt as she rises from the half-shaded pool; her saving grace in the heat that has her pelt burn against her skin. in the north, she is more comfortable, and she contemplates another trip to the glacier should the rising temperatures peak again. 

she moves languidly across the plains with the intent of finding a meal and ignoring the burning from the scabbing wounds across her shoulders, but it is instead the thin silhouette of a pale-pelted stranger that makes it's way across the heart of the territory. she pauses, disbelief turning rapidly to white hot fire as her mind flickers immediately to the polar wolves they had only recently forced from the maplewood. 

she falls easily into movement, lope carrying her swiftly towards the intruder, hackles stiff and lips peeled back as she snaps a warning, seeking to push the interloper back towards the borders swiftly.