Kintla Flatlands your problem is, you spent your whole life thinking there were rules

The grasses were long and wispy, hiding the majority of predator here so that they may sneak up on large herding prey. Or they would have been, had winter winds not battered them and broken them off. It was easier to see out before you though this left prey easier to see you all the same.

 The blades cut away from Vallkyrie as she moved in closer. As the other woman looked for Vallkyrie, Vallkyrie did look too. Her perked ears and half her face stuck up over the flatlands to see the other female who's head did the same. She neared closer, though kept a harmless distance. 

A dark coated woman, yet not as so as Vallkyrie's self, though she was taller even then she. I just might be. A sheepish expression takes the young woman and then, Though with the rain, I'm afraid we both may be out of luck. Think it's taken to burrow? There was a good chance any rabbit that had been decided to return home whilst it rained for warmth. Vallkyrie hadn't a plan B.