Meadowlark Prairie Break me up and steal what's left inside

She had wandered farther from the hollow than she normally would, but with her usual search areas exhausted, she felt she needed to start looking for her missing children in different places. She refused to give up searching, and she probably never would. The meadow was covered in a thin blanket of snow, and more flakes continued to fall from the cloudy sky, some of them collecting on the edges of her similarly colored fur before melting away. 

She walked with her nose to the ground, pushing her muzzle through the snow to stir up the scents from underneath. So far, she had found nothing promising, but still she continued forward. She wasn't going home until she had searched the meadow thoroughly; it was the only way she could deal with how devastated she was to have lost three of her children. They were older now, but not adults yet. They still had so much to learn—so much she wasn't able to teach them, and now they were god knows where. She just hoped they had found somewhere safe, or that maybe they were even together.