Meadowlark Prairie Step One

After calling out her goodbye on the borders, Ambrosia had gone East as the sun started to sink. As it touched the horizon, the tawny female came upon what she didn't know as Meadowlark Prairie. Her heavy paws smacked the ground, tired, but she still did not stop. Hungry and tired were slowly becoming personality traits, at this point, and so the warrior pushed forward. 
Away from the home she strived to protect and the daughter she would give her life for, Ammie was a rather kind soul, calm and graceful in all she is. Without the stress and worry of being a warrior, she could focus on becoming a scout. Now that green was no longer a rare occurrence, that prey was beginning to run again, she could stray from the fen that she bore the scent of. Later, she would work towards her Mercenary trade, or perhaps she would need to fight her way out of a situation.