Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

Set for the 18th around noon. Tagging @Scamp but, of course, anyone may pop by.

Somehow, the girl had managed to loop her way around, trudging away from the mountains and back towards flatter lands. She knew not where to go, exactly, allowing for her legs to simply wander. She was free out there, traveling by her lonesome and without the weight of the tribe on her back—for the most part, anyways. She still thought back to them often, wondering what they were each up to, as well as how they were taking her journey away. It was a new experience for all of them, really, for never before had she traveled so far from her claim. Her adventures were short, lasting no more than a day or two in most cases, but this was different. Though it was only for a short time that she'd been gone thus far, any that tried to follow her would realize that her trail led them down the range and then away from it. She had broken her own rule, in a way, but thought little of it for the time being given her plan to return.

Asterr had eventually wandered into the prairie, its high grasses seeming to dwarf her in every way. Within them, her sight became useless, and so it was her nose that had been given her favour. She'd walk a ways ahead, turning occasionally, but always stopping often to take in a great breath. Each inhale brought with it nothing more than the scent of prey, along with a few other smells that were too weak to be of any concern. Alone was she determined to remain, too, and so onward the girl went within the grasses.