Dawnlark Plains and her answers were all crooked little truths

Days had passed since the white wolf had attacked Dawn, and Loir had recently become a comrade, a full member of Morningside. However, it didn't mean anything to her at the moment. The attack had taken an impact on Loir. It made her more prone to maybe getting snappy or aggressive, and made her feel more confident to fight, but also made her sad and worried that she or her packmates could get attacked by that same wolf or maybe a wolf with a similar personality to that wolf who injured Dawn.

Loir had made herself a den to sleep in, and she had hid herself away in it, refusing to come out at the moment. She rested her head on her paws, ears pinned back against her head, and her amber eyes had lost their ember-like glow that resembled a fire, now looking dull with sadness.