Dawnlark Plains When I look Into Your Eyes

The oceanside had been nice and good, but Dwin found the plains more to her liking. Foodwise. She had attempted to hunt the crabs the way Val had taught her, but somehow without him being present and guiding her the young wolf had had little success. However, this place, which had appeared rather unwelcoming at first - barren, snow-covered fields - had turned out to be a little gold-mine. On better days few voles would not be considered much of a treat, but with food being scarce as it was, Dwin had learned to treasure every morsel.

It also meant that despite all the hardship she experienced by her rather foolish decision to make her grand tour through the wilds in the least hospitable season, she had made through another day. Not exactly well fed and way leaner than a wolf her age should be, but in good spirits. Today too she had set out to listen carefully for the little rodents and dig them up, if lucky. And she soon realized that she had not been the only one to discover this Smörgåsbord - because she caught sight of another visitor of the figurative restaurant. 

"Good day, Sir!" she greeted from afar, nearing the older wolf to see, who he was and perhaps engage in a conversation. It had been a while.