Wapun Meadow prelude in c major

Her tongue flicked sideways to catch a drop of tangy blood, serving only to remind her of the prey she'd lost. A flutter of wings; nearly lost among the gusts of wind that buffeted her still, had the collie twist. Another bird; perhaps the one she'd noted earlier. In response, the girl gave only a huff, her normal enthusiasm to speak with different sorts dampered by her failure.