Dawnlark Plains keep me from the gallows pole

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shale's howl had a rare prickle of excitement run along her spine, and the huntress had moved to meet the others stiffly, wounds along her shoulders and beneath her muzzle a throbbing reminder, still, of her encounter with the dark woman and all that had followed. 

she slowed when she reached her uncle's side, gaze sliding from face to face and settling finally on the target her uncle had obviously chosen, wild grin sparking her features a moment. "what's your plan, uncle?"