Dawnlark Plains ☾ déix̲

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Her words were not regarded, but even she herself had no time to think on such a thing before the shadows came crashing together. For a moment, she felt a breath of panic, watching Uktark crash into the stranger. But it is just as quickly that she recognised this: the return home after a long march, following the caribou, she pulled from her memory. This must have been something like that. And so she smiled, and allowed the pair the necessary space.
If she got a chance to, the moondancer, would angle a faint nod towards the man swathed in varying shades of night, undoubtedly friendly in her mannerisms, happy to watch from afar as her tail swayed low by her hocks.
She would come if summoned. She would stay if told to sit-put. She would listen to whatever her shadowman had to say, and would follow wherever he led, not by force, but because that was what her heart called for.