Dawnlark Plains I will be phenomenal to the women, I will help women.

The snowy leader moved through the plains as the fast-moving clouds above promised some kind of storm. The air was frigid, and she enjoyed the feeling of it moving through her thick northern coat. Not long after her arrival in the area, the scent of a stranger assaulted her senses. Rolling her eyes, she sighed and began back-tracking attempting to avoid an interaction with some loner or whatever she might find here today.

Her efforts were wasted, though, because as she started heading in the direction she had come, she noticed the sandy male in the distance. Stopping, she released a chuff anyway, not wanting to startle anyone and find herself in a fight.