Wild Berry Meadow fast enough to get in trouble but not fast enough to get away

The evening air was sweet, fragrant, and filled with birdsong.  The territory was painted with the pastel hues of sunset, grasses rippling beneath a gentle breeze.  Where the firebrand's paws fell, the grasses parted and cast their shadows on her.  She forged towards the lake and the mountains behind them, blazingly illuminated by sunset.  In the distance, she could hear duck-call, and that meant food.

She crept towards the water's edge just as the ducks began to come ashore, and her rear wiggled behind her as she positioned herself to launch.

 

@Siarut