Iktome Plains gun runner

After finishing off the last of a breakfast of fat rabbit, the scout was eager to cover some new ground today. She had taken it slow for the last few days in a deep wood next to a creek, conserving her stamina and working to rebuild during a handful of particularly balmy summer afternoons. But now she was ready to move on again. Her paws danced lightly over the forest, and a small excitement over the mere idea of it prickled up her muscles already.

The coastline had always been an eventual but inevitable destination, so she headed towards where the winds smelled most like sea. First, it had been done under the pretense of rendezvousing with her brother, but she had had heard nothing of him in many weeks now. However, knowing him, it was not unusual; she took it as a sign to not rush. Perhaps he was waylaid with more enthralling affairs than just the open road.

Gradually, she found the landscape opening into a scrubby plain with a vast horizon. The scout could make it work. Interested enough with energy to spare for the afternoon, she pointed down what she perceived as the center of the rolling plains and took off at a full gallop--not caring what it took her to, as long as it was somewhere.