Meadowlark Prairie auspicious

"oh," she says, feeling rather stupid. she knows what burrows are, but she's always been able to spot them in the woods. she supposes a hidden burrow in the grasses is much more likely than the ground crumbling beneath her step. 

her mother informs her that their adventure should come to and end, and moonshine grinds a paw against the dirt, shifting her weight. curling her limb sans one claw tightly towards her chest, she rises, feeling the beginnings of a bruise along side. "just a little while longer?" she asks, peering over the meadow. a small group of sparrows dart between the tallest grasses, and she can't contemplate going back to the darkness of the wood, not now.