Dawnlark Plains victory

Moon Runner crested a knoll covered by dusty, wind-blown snow. It was there she spotted the pale wolf and her makeshift snow-angel. Before she approached any closer, Moon Runner tipped her head back to measure the breeze. She was not in a good position to glean much from the wind — only the notion that this was a pack-less wolf.

However… she was not alone. Another wolf converged.

Moon Runner, too, loped towards them. However, she gave them a width berth and kept her distance.

The female seemed to know the male. She acted excited and jubilant.

Moon Runner’s ears tipped forward, expression open and curious.

The harrowing taiga was merciless in winter. It would help to have two more hunters upon the Rise…