Dawnlark Plains all that summer was fire and rain

The 9th is fine! Here is the song, if anyone is interested

The song soon faded into the evening, and a cold breeze ruffled the shewolf's silver-splotched pelt. She almost thought she could smell the faint scent of lavender, and wondered if it was her imagination or something buried beneath the snow. As a girl, she might've gone looking for it, chasing after the magic of flowers and memories. As a woman, she merely smiled a small, wistful smile and stood, ready to take her leave. There was nothing for her in these plains. Her family was long gone, and her father's bones rested at the base of Silvertip Mountain -- the high peak he had often called Adeline Laughs.

Travelling now toward Easthollow, she became aware of another's presence; several times smaller than her own hulking figure, and so dark in color that the other shewolf almost looked like a shadow instead of a being.

"Hello," Easy hailed with a friendly wag of her tail, knowing that her size could be intimidating even to regular-sized wolves. Something tugged at the edges of her memories as she looked upon the stranger, but she could not quite make the leap that her heart was daring her to. It was only a stranger, and she might look like someone Easy had known but it couldn't be -- so she should stop being silly. "I hope I didn't disturb you," she added, still travelling closer at a slow but steady clip.