Stone Circle la maldita primavera

Some more scouting, 's all.

The sun had long since reached its peak. It had begun its slow recline down the slope of the horizon, leaving room for the moon to rise in all of its glory. Dulce watched as the colors fell across the canvas and the choirs of night dwelling creatures began to sing. There was no silence here, she had learned; music was the god of this land.

Another border fell not far from the last. After having had her encounter with the previous pack, Dulce was ready to see what else this plain had in store. She trotted her way around an eighth-of-a-mile span, before slowing down and beginning her call.