Dawnlark Plains victory

It had to have been more than a year since she was last in the Taiga, but it felt like home. These same plains had been one of her first real introductions to the Teekons, though she only remembered bits and pieces of her meeting with a she-wolf now. She wondered what might have come of Kaaya Ayad, how the Teekons had changed her. At the time they had been in similar situations; young wolves freshly departed from their families.

Pondering this, Leto realized she had stopped in place. Maybe she was getting tired - it had been a day or so since she stopped to rest beyond a drink.

Pushing out a breath, she pushed herself into a layer of snow and rolled. She had missed this sort of weather, there really was nothing better. She felt so weightless, like all of her responsibility had been lifted off of her - and maybe it had.

She let a triumphant howl ring into the air, an exclamation of victory.. even if this wasn't that in the traditional sense.

Moon Runner descended from the Rise to the vast, snow-covered dale to hunt. Tufts of long, dry, golden reeds poked out from the drifts. Evidence of deer was visible – they often pawed through the snow to reveal the delicious, tender grasses of autumn.

The white wolf was fond of this region. She had often hunted partridge with Wise Father.

But then, a howling voice caught her attention. Its tone was jubilant. Elated.

Moon Runner had always been a curious wolf… and so she loped in the direction of the stranger.

He was supposed to be making his way to the caldera, though Bushtit supposed there wasn’t any particular rush, especially knowing what awaited him. He didn’t particularly relish the idea of younger siblings. He couldn’t say why, except that he supposed children didn’t hold much appeal. He supposed he felt a little jealous too, though that made no sense at all.

A howl cut through his thoughts, prompting the yearling to push to all fours and shake out his pale coat. The voice was different from the one the night before. He listened, head cocking slightly when he realized it sounded a little familiar. Bushtit bit his lip, trying to place it, but couldn’t. Since it was close, he supposed he could investigate.

Nipping some snowpack from between his toes, he sent up a quick yip to announce his imminent arrival and began trotting across the frosty plain.