Dawnlark Plains darkest hour

The trees afforded her plenty of shade, though the air still felt thick today. Soupy, Druid mused as she trotted through the maples. She should probably slow down to avoid overheating, though she’d spent more than a week dwelling on this. Now that she’d made up her mind, she was in a hurry, particularly as she didn’t want to lose her nerve.

The trees thinned and she could see Redtail Rise in the distance. Druid’s stomach lurched, though still she didn’t slow. She navigated across the moraine at a frankly reckless speed considering the rugged terrain, then increased her pace when her dainty black paws struck the flat ground of Dawnlark Plains.

The mount seemed to grow larger and larger in front of her. Druid’s heart thundered in her chest, leaving her too breathless to call out for @Redd.