Wapun Meadow prelude in c major

It was a final gust of wind that made up the girl's mind for her, and she surged to her feet as soon as the bird finished. "oh," She was for a moment thoughtful, but the cold did not allow her to dwell long on the bird's words. Giving a quick shake of her pelt, shifting anxiously as she tried to move feeling back into her paws, Poppy gave a short nod. Uttering a quick and hasty goodbye, she glanced to the bird once more before turning in her heel and trotting back home, picking up speed as she beelined back to the safety of her den.