Meadowlark Prairie turn it up and throw a tantrum

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The breeze that rushed past him held a scent he would always be familiar with—the Sunspires. Pippin swallowed the lump in his throat, bright gold eyes flicking to the looming shadow in the distance as he considered what had transpired in the slopes that day. His youth was long gone—the memories of everything twisted, he was sure, to something unrecognizable now. Harlyn, and her milk scent—Mordecai. They were names with faces that were now fuzzy in his mind.

Sedona had given him knowledge of his family name—but nothing that he felt truly tied to. A drifter for life—the golden shadow that came in and out of others lives without leaving an impression, it seemed.

Snorting, the Ostrega tipped his muzzle downward, trailing through the vast stretch of grassland before him. He would be turning around soon, heading back to the Firebirds to face whatever drama mountain that awaited him. When he came upon the head skull of what appeared to be a small bison. Nosing it—it was all that remained of the beast, picked clean and bleached by the sun.

As if this were the sign he needed, the tawny male grabbed the skull, almost feeling foolish, but determined to bring this back to Meerkat and the other pups as a wayward toy from beyond the copse.

Greyson had travelled in a western direction, away from Sagtannet. Stalking quietly through the tall grasses, the large male was making it his mission to better acquaint himself with his new surroundings. The sooner he created a mental map of the landscape, the better he would one day be able to navigate it. 

The sharp peaks of the mountains still loomed over him to the east, casting a long shadow which dominated over the vast expanse of grassland. It made for a cooler climate, welcomed by Greyson who had no wish to swelter beneath the glaring rays of the sun that beat down overhead. 

Within the tall grass the grey male was well camouflaged, his large figure concealed behind the gently swaying blades. The breeze brought with it the scents of all which surrounded him. He could pick out the smells of small creatures, along with the odour of another like him. He had not intended to seek company, yet here he was.

Greyson could now spot the honeyed figure of the male not too far in the distance, carrying a large bulky object between his jaws. He could have chose to ignore him and continue on his way, yet something in him urged the male to approach. "Nice find you have there!" Greyson called out from a safe distance, his tail waving in casual greeting as eyed small bison skull.