Dawnlark Plains victory

Her joy brought two figures; first, a girl pale as herself, and the second, Bushtit! It had been spring when they last spoke, maybe that was why it was so surprising to see him now; older, and pretty - maybe like his father to some, to Leto like his uncle. She didn't let her mind wander further than that.

She hops back to her feet, shaking the excess of snow from fur that is still thinned from the desert air. With a stranger here, she'll have to wait for each to get closer before introductions and reunions can happen.

Part of her has questions, nerves from her last conversation with Towhee bubbling, but more than anything she's excited to see faces familiar and new alike.