Kintla Flatlands The stars laughing at our mortal foils

Incidentally, I need some naturalist threads myself... ;)

Snaking through the greening grasses of the plains, Echelon did not have her attentions fixed on the night sky above. Instead she was out, perhaps plotting something far more nefarious than just enjoying the crisp air of the eve. In truth, she had really come out there to hunt alone, still miffed over the strange behavior that had taken hold of her aokkatti. She was coming around to what the idea was and what it was that she was seeking and in turn, Tonravik's own heat was enough to drive Echelon away for some time. Regardless of the outcome of it, she would merely be content once it had passed.

And this time in her hunt, she was not looking to bring back some quarry to share with her superior. Yet she was deterred from this readily, for the sensation that she was not alone came to her quickly in the stillness of the night. Perched upon a hillock that seemed nearly random in placement, she could spy out the faintest of silhouettes. A pointed muzzle had been turn towards the sky and only then did Echelon draw her thoughts to it. It was a clear night, the reason for the coolness that had come skittering across the low rising flatlands. She tested the air with uncertainty, though found nothing that screeched danger to her. They were alone, though she was much more wild than her stargazing counterpart.

With interest settling across her countenance, Echelon forfeited her hunt and approached.