Dawnlark Plains i can feel it on the back of my tongue

omg no worries! my bad, I kept missing this thread - thank you <3

she dipped her head, but kept silent at the remark. it wasn't sarcasm, as she'd first suspected, but something sincere. her gaze returned to the deer and she nodded, carefully. "we ought to preserve them as best we can, but they'll fill our caches if we need them to."  she'd rather see the herd growth healthy and larger, as would only serve the pack in the long run, but desperate times called for early cullings. 

she agreed softly at her uncle's sentiment, imagining for a moment the plains cast in ivory. the spoke a few moments more before parting ways, unaware of the ash that would fall like snow only a fortnight later.