Dawnlark Plains move like grey skies

she'd always been aware that morningside did not exist as a place, but as a people, a family. above all, it was what she'd always bonded herself to. but now, when morningside lay dissapated and her packmates scattered, it was difficult not to fall back on the plains as some attachment to the past. not a particularily good moment of the past (if it was relieving the good parts, she would have gone to the plateau) but a place to anchor while she waited all the same. 

when her hunt had, ultimately, show success, she'd returned to the borders thick with her brother's scent and laid dawn the carcass of the ailing goat she'd taken down early morning. she called for @Sunny once, short and low, before turning back the way she'd come, leaving a short trail a ways away from their borders. in the same way she'd forced him from the packlands after he'd reacted violently to the grief of loosing Grayday, she understood that there was no guarantee that he'd want her near. and so she'd wait.