Wapun Meadow Safety in an Open Mind

Already wapun meadow had been dusted by small precious yellow and white blooms that always seemed to precede the rich seasonal grasses of Spring. The scent of larger game drew Tuwawi here, away from the confines of the creek as she tracked them by dropping and prints left in the earth's supple loam. Much of their quarry had gone into hiding following their harrowing attack on the cougar, the stench of blood warding away potential meals when Swiftcurrent needed them most. Tuwawi had resorted to unearthing many caches to feed herself and Njal, with no time to spare hunting. Yet as he healed, the red crested woman thought it important she reclaimed her responsibilities to better gauge the herds's quantity.

And so she laid prone and sphinx-like, nestled amongst the tiny flowers like a wick of flame upon a lofty hill as she gazed down to a generous herd of deer. She had no intent to give chase today, as she was but a lone hunter; yet happiness painted her expression, pleased to see that many does grazed heavy with fawn. Surely that meant easy picking when birthing began... and would provide fine dining for herself and Njal. Already her own scent had begun to change, warped by a natural stage of life to become more pungent and appealing. The subtle shifts in her body were registrable now, and the woman couldn't help but feel the tang of passion begin to flower. However Tuwawi, always strong of will, fervently suppressed it.

Her tongue rolled over her maw at the thought while she enjoyed a warm breeze and the pleasurable aroma of the flowers strewn beneath her figure. The day was sunny, and it offered a nice reprieve from Swiftcurrent's dark pines.