Dawnlark Plains darkest hour

Raider kept wailing as Redd snatched at her scruff. She tried to pull free, desperate to return to the water despite her inability to drink. She fought the Wealda the whole way as she dragged her, though it wasn’t until the shallow disappeared from sight entirely that her single-minded focus finally broke.

Her sister’s grip relented a second before she shoved Raider. She stumbled, then righted herself. Her golden gaze found Redd and stared, though there was no recognition. And though a flicker of menacing intent flashed through her, she could hardly pay attention to any urge besides her demanding thirst.

Foam lathering her lips, she fled to resume her desperate search for a drink.