Dawnlark Plains I get it cracking like a bad back

Lily was glad the girl was friendly. Out here, it tended to be a toss-up whether wolves were receptive to a smile or not. She nodded at the query, eyes drifting over the gentle slope of the plains. A fire, she explained, looking pensive. It drove the pack that lived here from their home. They ended up moving to the Maplewood, and then coming to live with my pack.

The blackbird swished her tail, putting an end to that depressing anecdote. I'm Lily, she introduced herself. What're you up to, out here?