Wapun Meadow A taste of winter is on the air

Darkness enveloped the valley as the rugged male stepped out of the forest, facing a wide open plain. Sorin had not been able to find any prey in the forest, there was simply too many foxes around. So he had come west, trotting among ever thinning trees until he came to the edge of a large meadow. He was sure that, in the brilliant light of day, perhaps dawn being the best time, the meadow would look spectacular. It would sparkle with frost left over from the night, and the golden fall grasses would sway gently in the breeze. But now, with the dark of night, he could see nothing of its beauty.

The dark male shook himself as he set out into the grass, constantly looking for prey. He knew that meadows such as this were often the homes of pheasants, a prey that he was particularly adept in hunting. Tonight however, his mission wasn't to actually hunt down any of the birds. Instead, he wanted to find where they were holed up for the night, and then wait until dawn to hunt them. Sorin knew hunting at night made things far more difficult, and he couldn't afford to blow his chance. His last meal had been almost a week ago, who knew when he might have another. So he methodically searched the meadow, try to catch the scent of any of the birds.