Dawnlark Plains Sabat

Suffering from a debilitating migraine today, Masquerade went to ground and didn’t emerge until nightfall. Their head still ached but not so terribly. They stretched their legs with a quiet stroll, roaming toward the plains to the south.

They stopped near the middle of the grassland, their breath leaving them in a great sigh that surrounded their head with steam. They meant to hunt, though instead they buckled their legs and sprawled in the frosty grass. Masque sighed again, eyes lifting a little to peer at the waning moon.

@Etienne