Dawnlark Plains mediocre

The plains spread endlessly before him, frost still clinging to the grasses and giving the entire field a sort of shimmering appearance underneath the morning sunlight. Had he been more of an appreciative sort, Tatkret would have stopped to enjoy the view. Instead, the behemoth trudged through the field following the trail of a hare. It was injured, clearly, judging by the drops of blood that the man followed. However, they didn't seem to end. Surely, he'd come across the damn rabbit sooner or later?

Tatkret knew the creatures could burrow, but so far he hadn't seen any sort of holes in the ground. Did an eagle swoop in and claim it? A coyote? He gave a snort of annoyance and shook out his fur, tossing some snow aside as he poked through the ground with his nose, looking for his sneaky quarry.