Dawnlark Plains i find a glimpse of us,

He did nothing to cause her to suddenly bolt away, and her nerves began to settle. The tension in her body seemed to ease as she drifted to sniff at his shoulder. Sunday could smell several upon him, and knew he ran with others. A packwolf. This did not deter her, but intrigued her. She had met no other pack wolves outside of their territories in her travels; Sunday wondered if he was similar to herself. Searching for that next chapter, whatever it was. Even she was not sure, not yet.

But Sunday was determined to find out.

Another quiet whine, bringing herself closer only just so that their furs mingled. She moved to circle him, and arrive at his side—seeking to mouth, then, at his muzzle in the beginnings of an invitation to courtship. Something wild within her stirred, but it was not yet within full bloom. Sunday was careful, considerate, her eyes holding him.