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

She didn't like this. This feeling. What was it? She felt something reverberate inside her, as if her very soul were ablaze. She cut her gaze to the pied wolf as he avoided her question. Trying her best to swallow whatever this alien feeling was that was threatening to overcome her the she-wolf sat abruptly upright and lurched towards him with a snap. "What is your name, boy?" She snarled, contemptuous as she tried to steady her limbs. They were unwilling to compromise with her and had the tenacious support of noodles. She was slow to the draw but began to connect the dots as she felt an uncontrollable tidal wave of feeling overwash her. "What..." She rocked to the side as if neurological, feeling no support whatsoever from any of her four disfunctioning limbs. "W-what was in that meat?" She asked hoarsely, oddly propped on stilt-like, unsupportive legs.