Meadowlark Prairie No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold

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Tired by her efforts Pallas stopped at the cusp of a prairie. She had eaten at long last just before the break into Kintla Flatlands, having sourced a small hare. Swiftly she had eviscerated it and the only mark the juvenile rabbit ever existed was the vivid red that speckled her stark white muzzle and narrow chest. The small filling had gone a long way in improving Pallas' mood, and was with almost a content expression on her face that the she-wolf strode calmly across the open expanse of meadow.