Dawnlark Plains [BWP] long since i saw you, so how have you been?

Out on the plains, the wind picked up its pace, dancing along a ridge of spiny tussocks. For now, that gentle summer wind was kind – give it two months, and the green landscape would be entirely unrecognizable; a dry and cold expanse welcoming of winter.

Bighorn sheep had moved from their lofty spires to the flatlands below, their eyes rolling and bodies tense; something had uprooted them from their high abode, and the herd was scattered and panicked to be so brazenly out in the open. Underfoot the ground shook and the herd bolted – the thundering of their collective cloven hooves sounding more infernal than whatever beast stirred below.  

by @Indra