Dawnlark Plains Caught up in a dream

It did not matter that there were perhaps none to follow the dragging trail of Nutuyikruk. 

She had visited the mountains, seen its emptiness, seen that of what had once been her home rest as nothing but old ruins. They had moved on with their lives, or perhaps they had died. Maybe they had found too that falling down the slope of the spires was nothing less than rigid teeth stabbing down ones flank.

So, she was allowed to move on too. Tucking deep away their memories to store them someplace safe and warm where the cold of the dawnlark couldn't reach. 

A teenager now. One day to be a woman.

Nutuyikruk pressed onward, and took focus on the smaller statured elk-like creatures with the eyes of a hunter. Game too big for her, but she hungered and listened to the warcry of the elk bulls challenging the other herds presence.

Today would be another lesson.

An ear twitched once at the sound of crunching ground behind her.