Meadowlark Prairie my face turned pale as deadly pale

Maegi was not a hunter. She ambled her way onto the plains, still smarting a little in her rear leg, and regarded the elk herd with narrowed eyes. Fish and small game, sure. She could snare those with effort. But larger animals? She remembered, vividly, the horses on the island, and her stomach churned. They were so beautiful, and so were these elk.

Blue had elected to stay with his raven friends in the forest, preferring the darkness to open ground. She did as well, but she must heed the call of her leader. She stopped by the injured and ailing pair, nuzzling Mou against his cheek and flashing a smile at the still unnamed spiderling. Maegi settled next to her friend, giving a nod to Relmyna, who stood close by.

The nerves fluttered in her belly, but she tried not to let them show on her face. She preferred to stick to things she knew she was good at. What if she failed, miserably, in front of everyone?