Dawnlark Plains I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize

Aviana stood motionless in the middle of plains, her eyes scanning and finding a lot of... space. Her right eyebrow arched as she looked right, and then her left as she looked left. Yup. A whole lot of nothin'. She had gotten quite accustomed to the forest, and these plains were going to take some getting used to. 

A vole scurried across her path, leaving a trail in the snow, but Aviana still did not move. How was she supposed to sleep out here, in the middle of nowhere? She liked the feeling of invisibility in the woods, as there was always something to hide behind. What was she supposed to hide behind here? A pebble? She huffed, wondering where the others were sleeping. Probably dens, she supposed. She could dig one herself, but that involved... digging. She pushed her rump to the ground, ignoring the coldness under her bottom. She wasn't great at hiding her feelings, and her expression said it all about how she felt about their new home: utter disappointment.