Dawnlark Plains move like grey skies

"sunny." hoarse, low, a voice similar to the one she'd used when the fire was fresh in her throat. and then he rushed her, not with fangs and claws like she'd feared (and he would have all the right to) but with joy and love. though her limbs had grown stiff from her frozen vigil, she moved into his embrace, allowing him to check her over though not making any move to do the same; it felt like a right she did not have. she pulled low and hummed a soft note in her chest, adopting a stance similar to that of faint submission, but one which conveyed the apologies that would sound to meaningless to her own ears should she utter them. she did not have to offer back the same words, they were evident in the rawness of her gaze; she'd missed the boy terribly.

Test: howl, howled, howling, h o w l e d, h*wled