Dawnlark Plains wanted: big bad wolf

So, he didn't know the area. Not a big deal, he was still a bag of fur to drag along should she be able to hold him.

With what seemed a grumble, she lifted her nose to check for the scent of salt once more. Still nothing, so she would have to take her best guess. Harshly jutting his shoulder with her muzzle, her paws began to take her north-west.

If she was lucky, Nayavanti would find her when she got far enough north, or maybe even that strange 'ghost talker' who she had loved to tease.