Meadowlark Prairie to savour your accent

everything is different, as if someone had dropped the entirety of the Wilds in her absence and it had shattered on the floor. she's lost, familiar landmarks missing or marred, her way made difficult by floodplains and great cracks in the earth. most disconcerting are the great movements of the earth beneath her paws, and the distance cacophony of noise that erupts when the earth thunders. she has no idea what to make of it, but she has to believe that it won't be permanent, that Kaisteloki will be where she'd left it. 

where that is, however, she has no inkling. she's hungry, too, a great emptiness that threatens to consume her desire to do anything but hunt for what she can. the distant silhouette of a man serves as distraction, however, and is the first so far she's seen out here. in a place normally teeming with life, she can't believe it's a good sign. 

she barks, an attention-grabbing sound that is the only precedent to her approach, stepping lightly around depressions and furrows in the earth. "do you know what happened here?" she calls out when she thinks herself within earshot, not quite pausing yet.