Dawnlark Plains street carp

i know we have one BUTTTTTTTTTTTT (also tag 4 ref)

dinah thought of @Judah today.
she hated that she had already been gone for so long now. she must go back to get him and return to rivenwood, and she knew this, and yet — she couldn't.
every time she thought of starting to head back, she froze. and so she didn't. she waited here on the arbitrary border of valley to taiga like a sitting duck, watching as the lines blurred and the foliage became the same. she waited for mulherin.
would it be safe for her to go to the rise with him?
she sought him out, finally, after days of pondering and tracking his scent northward. the prairie melds into one long stretch of green, gloomy and dry even in the dead of summer. flies swarm over her head and frogs chirrup from the safety of the few patches of taller ferns and wildflowers. she tips her head back in a call, praying silently for an answer.