Meadowlark Prairie Searching For An Uncle Of A Friend

*furiously wiggles eyebrows* (maybe @Seff can tag along?)

Between them and the Caldera was a prarie which Potema frequented often. It, when the green returned to Teekon Wilds, was a grocery store for the white witch. She wandered through its foliage, picking from this plant and that, wrapping them all in a fern. She absorbed the atmosphere; it was much more cheerful than her home, where dark crows and ravens cawed hoarsely. Here, the birds twittered and sang happily on the bows of wild grain and grasses, the land bright and open around her. It wasn't a welcome change (she much preferred darkness, to be quite honest), but she supposed it was pleasant enough.

Her shopping stopped in a halt as an unfamiliar howl rang out through the prarie, disturbing her and the birds around her. Her ears flattened, annoyed at the distruption, but she turned towards the call. She walked towards the howler, dropping the bundle as a brown form entered her vision. Do you have a good reason for loudly declaring your position to everyone?