Meadowlark Prairie egregious, made a dude want to find jesus

He snaked out across the prairie, nothing more than an earthy blot against a stark and bland cover. Covering a fair amount of land was not really his best suit, but he figured there were far less interesting things to be doing. It was still cold as he headed in some northeastern direction, but then again it was pretty distinct what season he had rolled into finally. Winter was by far one of the more harsher times in the world but it was still a scavenger's time to shine, at least as far as he was concerned. There were all sorts of uncovered treasure troves poorly covered, and the melting snow of the midday had yet to reveal them to him.

He had come out to the field in search of something small to pick off the nagging edge of hunger, though it was more out of a necessity to find fuel to keep going than anything. And from what he had gathered in his snaking, skirting little trek up into the plains so far was that this place was not absent of larger predators than he. He had seen bear tracks, crisscrossed over some cougar prints, and of course there were plenty of the larger canine cousin around to keep him leery of what lied around the next bend.

So when the prairie had opened up to him, he had come out there. Sure, there was a general lack of cover but he felt it would not hide anything from him. If any one of those potential threats came swooping in, it would have been difficult for him to not to pick up on them in the same way they would him. He paused here and there briefly, each time swinging his muzzle skyward to test out the breeze, and it turned up little. Nothing half rotten upwind of him, but nothing that screamed interest either.

grieves — kidding me