Meadowlark Prairie just a little bit's enough.

Finley didn't anticipate that she would meet anyone on her trip.  Not anyone wolfish, anyway.  She heard the shout before she saw the noisemaker and started slightly because of it.  She stopped in her tracks and turned to peer across the rather desolate landscape, finally landing on a blob of white that didn't appear to be quite as stationary as its matching backdrop.  Canting her head, she woofed back and struck up a neutral posture, waiting for him to come closer and explain why it was he had chosen to interrupt her jog.