Dawnlark Plains beware

It was not long before the Berserker came.  This should not have been a surprise; he was never far when these things happened.  Yet somehow it had not occurred to Wealda to call for him.  She did not know why.

She was still shaking.  The fear hadn't dissipated, and this kept her here, locked in a defensive pacing near the border of the Rise.

Wealda did not know what he asked or what her answer should be.  No words seemed capable of explaining what she had experienced or the way Masquerade had acted.  She stopped her restless movements and her ears laid back, but as she stood there, still no answers came.

She didn't know where to begin.