Wapun Meadow You burn too bright, you know you'll never last.

Here, the girl could disappear for a time, sink beneath the high grasses and dying flowers and disappear beneath their stalks. She liked the silence, the quiet of the meadow, it gave her time to think and time to ponder. Her gaze blinked closed, and she settled her head on her paws, peaceful and serene. It was only the sound of a chase that jostled her, had her surge forward quite suddenly, prickling with apprehension. The rabbit she saw first, and her instincts suddenly kicked into high gear. Lunging forward, she bound one pace, two, before she darted forward like an arrow that sought its mark, fangs finding their place in the flesh of the creature. Its death came quickly as she rose and spun with the thing in her maw, dropping it immediately when she realized that it had not been her hunt to end.