Dawnlark Plains Wake up, you need to make money.

Spring was in the air. The last bits of snow had begun to melt away, leaving more the world exposed. While Tavi would've liked to romp in the snow for a few more weeks, she was quite happy to discover winter's pull lessening. It meant the return of the herds. A more plentiful season would soon be upon them. What she hadn't counted on was the weirdness of waking up this morning; she had wanted to get up with the crack of dawn and begin tracking the herds should they be on their approach, but had only gotten a few feet from her den before discovering nasty streaks of red on her legs. Maybe she had kicked the wall in her sleep? Or maybe... No, she had no idea. Tavi was no herbalist or medic, and did not recognized the first stages of a heat cycle. There was time for her to learn - she wasn't exactly receptive yet - but the sight of red and pink throughout the fur of her thighs had unnerved her. After cleaning up, she headed out for her planned rendezvous with a horde of ungulates.

This did not happen exactly as she'd thought it would either. Upon finding herself on the edge of the Dawnlark, the morning light so pale and beautiful as it cascaded across the tall grass, she thought she'd find at least one creature milling about. Maybe a few dude-deer butting heads. The plains were empty of anything larger than a few sparrows, and so Tavi was left feeling disheartened. She settled in beneath one of the few trees upon the plains and waited, cleaned herself again, and waited some more. Maybe the herds just hadn't woken up yet -- but they should be back soon, she figured.