Dawnlark Plains First dance

Speak of conflict made her curious. Was it internal, or from an outside influence? She would not ask now; it was not her place to push for him to share what did not affect her. Dione was outspoken, but not clueless. Nodding to his offer of food, she ripped some of the meat from the flank of the caribou. Maw now lightly coated in blood, she did have to admit that it left her stomach satisfied.

We had a good hunt. It convinced me to stay for a while longer. She responded to his question earnestly, licking her lips clean. Nothing is forcing me to stay or go, so I may as well stay while the hunt is good. Maybe with that she would migrate with the herds, maybe not.

In her time within the Teekons, she had travelled through the lowlands to the valley. The Taiga had held her for the longest, that she was sure of. The valley to the south was nice, but I met noone of interest. I'm not quite sure of where else I would like to go.