Dawnlark Plains forge dust

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Her tracks were light upon snow, and yet he had followed anyway. She moved ahead of him, most of the time, exploring her freedom, uncaged and yet, still absolutely loyal to her shadowman. There was no doubt that she would always find herself by his side once more, and so, when the rumbling sound fell upon her ears, she answered—as she always would.
The moondancer approached, now. A warmth glimmered within her gaze, but it was tempered with the darkness of disappointment, of a sadness for the lost girl. She closed the space between them quickly, pressing herself into his pelt with a breath released, wordlessly expressing her contentment. She looked to the prey that he offered and smiled. Yes, it was not her usual, but she was grateful all the same. Such smile did not last long, however.
No girl, she murmured, frowning, now. We find her, soon, but... not yet, and it was with this that she shook her head, brows drawing together. A deep frustration settled into the grooves of her chiselled face, still thin with a long hunger that had yet to be fully sated. So sad for her, came her low tones. Her eyes flicked up to the man. Her man. So sad for her mother.
She could only imagine the pain that the woman would be experiencing. The moondancer knew that if she had lost her daughter in such a way, the world would blaze in raging fury in response. She would burn the world down, if it meant finding her child once more. A dream, however. Mere fantasy.
She was yet to voice such... desires.