Dawnlark Plains glass eyes

a promise to keep. it's noble; she's kept such promises, sometimes to her own grave detriment. she nods to each of them in turn, one final time.

if they were meant to, they would come.

she'll return to this place and its surrounding vista in the days to come to make sure they were really gone. she cannot have unaffiliated hunters on her doorstep. if anyone were to shed blood here, they'd be doing it under her command.

for now, she leaves them to their own devices, ears still canted to listen behind her as she begins the slow ascent back toward the Rise.