Meadowlark Prairie Call me anytime you can see the lightning

He pointedly ignored the signs of an encroaching thunderstorm as he set off across the prairie, determined to capture some sort of prey, even if it was only a mouse. There were definitely signs of rodents on the barren plain—holes of various sizes threatened to re-break his leg—but there were no scents. The residents of these underground burrows had moved on from this place, abandoning the utter lack of life for presumably greener pastures elsewhere. The thought was mildly amusing—did rabbits move in, like, herds?—but the sharp pains in his stomach and the pounding in his skull leeched any real humor out of the moment.

He found a snake basking on a rock and couldn't even manage to slay it. The damn thing's neck curved into an "S" bend and Peregrine backed off, not quite desperate enough to risk wrangling with a possibly venomous serpent. Ignoring the audible snarling coming from his pitifully empty stomach, he kept roaming east, then south, heading away from the claimed forest over yonder and instead moving toward the distant mesa even as thunder rumbled overhead.

Link to roll.