Whitefish River I Think It's Time

She stopped, looking at the wide-open field.
She preferred the safety of the bushes and small trees.
She looked up to the sky, not seeing a shadow, but just a few clouds dotted about.
In the distance were tiny little rocks. Or maybe they were big.
Ryn looked up to Howl as he spoke.

"Hunting?" She didn't know what that was.
Her verdant eyes watched him earnestly, hoping for some elaboration. Yeah, she'd heard the word before, but she just thought food came out of Mama's mouth and belly.