Dawnlark Plains lines for winter

her brow furrowed, curious and vaguely perplexed as she watched the younger wolf's movements.

it was only by the second gesture that annie suddenly pieced together the guttural sounds and lack of verbal response -- her companion was mute. 

silently, the woman turned her gaze to the sky, following the trail that had been indicated across it.

the moonstones flew wide suddenly, a grin cracking lopsided and pleased across her lips.

"you're sunrise?" there was a hopeful, uncertain tint to the words. as if afraid she might be wrong.