Dawnlark Plains hair of the dog

Aviana felt the shift in the air. She couldn't describe what it was, but something told her it was bad. She had been walking through the plains, trying to discern exactly what it was that changed. It was a while when she came upon the group. Her leader, her friend, was lying on the ground. Her ears folded softly on her head as she hung back, giving the family their space to mourn him. Aviana's eyes were focused on him, as if by shear will, maybe she could force him to move. 

Tears welled up in her eyes as the emotion overcame her, her empathy feeding off the emotions of the others as her own sadness began to overwhelm her. Grayday had given her more than any other single wolf had in this world. He had given her a home, kindness, hope, and the chance to become a mother. Aviana felt she had never truly repaid him for all that he had done, and now she would never be able to.