Dawnlark Plains People Change

Sequoia needed some space after the most recent incident with Mahler and the shit stain that was her new pack mate. She did not like the new guy one bit, and she doubted she ever would. How Mahler thought he was a good choice, she would never understand. Perhaps it had been wrong of her to challenge his authority, but it was good to know her new leader's limits. Knowing how much she could push his boundaries meant she knew when to retreat. He had not chased her out, and she lived another day at the boulder, sure to avoid the shit stain as much as she could.

She had come to a rather bleak looking place that matched her mood. Sequoia thought of Kiwi, of Crow, of shit stain (even though she tried very hard not to think of all of these folks who caused her so much strife).

Luckily for her, she spotted a rather pretty looking wolf in the distance. Nobody could hide out here when there was nothing to hide behind, under, or on top of. He had the most bizarre coloration she'd ever seen, sans herself, and she couldn't help but approach him with a light step.

Well aren't you a pretty sight, she said, grinning all the while.