Dawnlark Plains And laugh while you're bleeding

The evening was mild, and after a humid day, the air was filled with a dense haze of mist. Visibility was low, but scents were sharp despite the mauzy, wet-earth smell. Lilia had never smelled spring before, but tasted the first promise of it now- premature, of course, but still present in the mild temperatures and high humidity. 

She hadn't expected her legs to beg her to wander so much, now that the pack had returned back to the Rise following their hunt. She wasn't too dissatisfied with the outcome, as she hadn't been very invested in the purpose to begin with. She'd been hungry for a fight, a real one, and she'd gotten a good taste of it. The travel had been taxing, and more than once she'd considered giving up, but had endured. Now, in the wake of it all, she found herself restless. She wanted to see more; wanted to know the land better. 

So she began with scouting the areas in the immediate vicinity. She moved at a brisk pace, the waning amber light of golden hour casting long shadows across the plains. She would know this place, and its inhabitants.