Wapun Meadow going home

The summer was slowly drawing to a close. It was a cloudy morning with low mist hanging 'round the fields so close after dawn as Laurel made her way through the meadow with a rabbit in her jaws. Time to prepare for winter, though she was not so sure she'd get away with caching this without offering some to her children. They had many and it was a struggle to keep them all fed well enough; often enough it lead to Laurel hunting for the winter caches, like now, but seeing the entire catch disappear into the children's mouths. Yet, she should be grateful to have caught anything at all. Hopefully they could organise a hunt for some bigger game soon.

The tired mother walked through the misty fields. Sun broke through and painted the mist and the fields around her in beautiful golden light, but it was hard to enjoy the scenery when there were so many heavy things still on her mind.