Dawnlark Plains When I look Into Your Eyes

Fury was gone, and Artok was conflicted about it. He had known what she had done was for a reason, but it rankled. She was one of the best leaders he'd ever had, and now she was gone. He absolutely blamed the red furred wolf. Perhaps Fury had done something in her past, but it wasn't her this time. Albeit her daughter, but still. It was an accident. Accidents happened. Perhaps not that macabre.

Artok knew all spirits would be low, but he also knew they needed to eat. So with stiff joints and a tired body he moved throughout the area. There were larger prey animals here, but he wouldn't be able to grab one himself. So for now he settled himself with the stirring and the chasing of smaller game. Rabbits and Voles seemed abundant around her.