Dawnlark Plains Fire alone can save our Clan.

"Hi!" Snowskip greeted with a bright smile to the dark stranger, "is it always this wet here?" She asked with a questioning tilt of her head. Perhaps a native! That'd be a dream, because she really didn't know anything about this land. Did they too have Clans? Or were they the infamous Packs that she heard about?

The winter wolf never met really any outside of the Clans, and lone wolves were swiftly dwelt with by the older warriors. Being a yearling, she hadn't dont much except gaining her warrior name months ago. Except now- she'll never live to those dreams.