Dawnlark Plains rhythm romancing

Another name- this time, one she didn’t recognize but she did pick up on something that sounded like relief in his voice. She drew alongside him and peered down toward the wolf whose breaths came in heaves, and her cautious facade melted into concern when she realized this was a young wolf- not quite a yearling. 

Her own insecurities fell away and maternal instinct flooded in. She moved away from Valravn, so she might approach the young, exhausted and fearful girl from her other side. 

”Shhhh,” She soothed, sinking to the ground. She was no medic, and did not know if perhaps this Indra suffered from some chronic respiratory condition or if she was having a panic attack. ”breathe, breathe, slow, slow,” She sung in a soothing voice. For each word, she drew in a quiet, relaxed breath hoping Indra might try to mirror her. ”Breathe, breathe, safe to breathe,” She lilted, focusing her own breath so that it was steady and calm.