Meadowlark Prairie toccato and fugue in d minor

Since this has sat for a while, I'm gonna finish it off for us. :)

Raven sensed that Nemesis was displeased about her offering being declined and she feared that the woman would clam up and refuse to answer her questions. There was a beat of tense silence, then the she-wolf offered a few details regarding the local sources. The yearling listened in rapt, grateful silence, then dipped her muzzle when Nemesis finished.

"Thank you. Please take care," were her simple and brief parting words. She offered the quiet pup a small smile, then pivoted on a black heel to begin trotting back toward the caldera. As she shuffled home, a smear of red caught her eye and she glanced sideways at a field of withering flowers. Raven did not stop, however, hastening back across the borders and sighing with the relief of homecoming.