Dawnlark Plains "you will burn and burn out;

Want to move this up to present day? May 24th-ish?

The dark shape on the horizon had also beckoned Lane, given that it was the only blip on an otherwise unmarred, endless stretch of plains. She needed a landmark to aim for anyway, and this one seemed perfect. 

As she neared, it became clear that the landmark was some sort of kill-site. Little black specks churned in the air above the spot, and occasionally one would swoop down to snap up whatever it could before getting chased back up into the air. Larger figures milled around in a more hectic manner, and the chatter of coyotes met Lane's ears. 

She resolved to give the coyotes a wide berth. She was no fighter, and thanks to her shiny new official pack membership-- she was not nearly hungry enough to risk her skin out here alone. 

The chatter died down noticeably as the coyotes seemed to alert to something. They stopped their milling around and stood still, oriented toward...

...Toward Imaq. Shit. That was definitely Imaq-- even from a distance, her likeness was unmistakable. Lane picked up her pace, and in a few tense moments she had drawn up to Imaq's position. 

"Need backup, packmate?" Lane murmured. It was likely that the presence of two wolves together would be enough to encourage a stalemate and keep the coyotes from charging them. Unfortunately, they still didn't number enough to make an offensive move and outright challenge the coyotes for their kill, especially seeing as Lane was pregnant. She probably didn't need to be picking any fights.