Dawnlark Plains "you will burn and burn out;

The coyotes leapt after them, but the wolves were swifter, seeing as the coyotes were weighed down by their most recent meal. They likely weren't looking for a fight anyway-- just bluffing, hoping to chase the lurking wolves away to a safer distance. The coyotes peeled away as soon as the terrain began to lift, but Lane and Imaq continued on. Once the first few trees began to appear around them, the pair slowed. 

Breathing hard, Lane turned to Imaq. She still seemed on guard, sniffing the air in search for-- what Lane imagined to be-- any new dangers. 

Lane glanced around. The trees grew thicker as the land stretched southward, elevation climbing sharply in the shape of a ridgeline. They were at the edge of the Sunspires. Lane would bed down for the evening in this little ridgeline forest before continuing her journey over the mountains.

"Imaq, are you expecting?" Lane inquired, still panting. The inquiry would likely seem abrupt to the shepherd, but it was a question that was not often far from Lane's mind these days.