Dawnlark Plains the imp of the perverse

following her gathering of the Rise's Toweards—all but one—she left the plateau and moved down into the plains, seeking said One.

his scent lingers here, and in the maplewood; as her pups have grown, her wandering for prey has increased, and she's smelled him. 

never has confronted. . .until now.

@Atreus is clearly talented, for all his pique. the blood of warriors and hunters surges through his veins. she wants to mold him in the absence of his mother and the scarcity of his father; she wants to create a diamond from the rough.

she can, and she will, damn it.

Avicus howls for her nephew, the gusty, chilly winds of autumn sending her fiery pelt ruffling every whichway.