Dawnlark Plains First dance

No promises.

Her interest was something fickle. She liked to chase and to be chased, but if there was something to build here then so be it. That was something she would stay for. Lifting her head, she bumped her muzzle against his cheek. A wordless promise that she would go with him.

Now, let's go see this glacier of yours. Rising to a stand, she stretched her legs and prepared for them to take their leave. She was rather eager to get her first look of the packland - it had been a long time since she walked within a territory she was permitted in.