Wapun Meadow scared money can't win and a worried man can't love

Dove-gray skys, charcoal shadows, this was her world of somber darkness. The daylight was worse than the night with its gray pallor. The nights were rife with moondust and stark colors, whereas the days were full of muted mixtures. She could feel it coming - could see it in the waning sun, and yet it still had not arrived. The world hung in the in-between - where the sun had gone to rest, but the moon had yet to wake.

This her mind focused on. It occupied space in her thoughts until it became the only one that remained. She had yet to bother herself by watching where her mitts fell on the water-laden snow, not until her foreleg slid through the slush into a large divit in the earth. Only then did her cerulean optics snap in to focus. After which, they found themselves in line with a creature prowling through the meadow before them.