Iktome Plains Those who wander are lost

Gotta keep her active. But life has been so busy.

They wouldn’t go far, she told her mama and papa, just beyond the den, where the grass grew like water, blown around, moving like waves. Ponderosa was fascinated, for beyond her quiet demeanor, behind the bright yellow eyes of her father, were questions. Many questions, and at some point in her life, her curiosity may get the best of her.

She stopped, and looked back at her sister, Silvertip. “Silver, look at the grass. It is like water.” It was the two of them today, Pine and Angel Oak were free to do their own things. But ‘Rosa was out to explore. 

All around scents of many animals lingered. Most were small game, mice, squirrels, birds. She put her nose to the ground, and let her snout lead her, closer and closer to the edge of the tall grass.

for once - to the bliss of surrounding wildlife, now more annoyed than frightened in the manner of prey - the bard had quieted.

and it wasn't even in a way that granted the scavengers a meal - no, slavuj had merely fallen asleep, loosely curled in the tall grass, a large pile of material not even resembling fur, smelling nothing like a wolf.