Meadowlark Prairie Plants are comfort

She had been closing her eyes listening to her surroundings as she was covered by the high grass or so she thought. Because clearly she was called out for it. The girl however was not startled. She just opened her eyes. It sounded pretty high up and big for a wolf. Slowly she turned. Her pale eyes falling on the immense deer, a kind she had never seen.

Her pale eyes stayed rather disinterested as er eyes traveled up the deer's body. It almost looked like the young one was not impressed by what she was seeing. She was not a hunter, often just eating out of the cache or running a bit more in the back of the pack hunt. The girl disliked running after an animal, even though it provided her life. She flickered her purple tipped tail, she recently dyed it and was quite proud of it. Her flicker of her tail should not be confused with a wag because it was far from that. Though the massive giant deer noticed. "I am not hungry. Not all of our lives revolve around you," she stated coolly, close to deadpanning it.