Dawnlark Plains Oh will you persist

He had to take some time away. It had snowed, much earlier than he had expected and the coverage was over his paws. They were so small in numbers still and had so little food, he had no idea at all what to do about this. He needed to think away from the prying eyes of his pack and he prayed that while out he found something to bring home. He had changed, the youthful boyish look gone from his face and the glimmer of optimism gone from his eyes. Even so he still walked with hope in his step, still carried himself well.


Before he even knew it he had wandered into Dawnlark. The trees were burned even now, bare and charred both from the fire and from winter. He stared around, the ghosts of memories haunting him just as a rabbit dashed in front of him and startled him out of his meloncholy. Instantly he gave chase, unaware that a familiar face was close behind his new prey.