Meadowlark Prairie I've been losing sleep while I'm at home

Evening; Date fuzzy

The herds had overgrazed on the particular patch of grass Taikon was inspecting. He knew well that there was no universe he stood any chance at finding anything larger than a grouse, but he noted the age of the scat he found anyway. There would be very little time left where the animals would even have access to the meadow in its proper form — soon, the ground would be coated in a thick layer of snow. Hunting then would be easier.
Taikon moved on, searching dutifully for a meal to feed his makeshift family. The darkness had already set in, but limited moonlight gave him vision. The birds were all at rest or migrated entirely. He sensed a skunk wandering about, avoiding it knowingly. It looked as though he may go home without a prize, but he was unwilling to give up so soon.