Iktome Plains As the crow flies

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EDIT: I tucked a little conclusion into my post since Moorhen's inactive- but let me know if she comes back and if you'd like another thread :)

It was almost impossible for her to move silently, even though she was incredibly light on her feet. The dry grasses and leaves betrayed her, and made each step she took almost painfully loud for the young child who cloaked herself in a world of silence. She was quite sensitive to the sounds, but found it easier to take if she made sure that she moved at a constant pace- and then the soft pattering of her feet, and the crunching of the grasses became rhythmic and therefore tolerable.

She was so concentrated on the sound of her pawsteps that she became distracted from her search, and did not notice the figure approaching her until she called out. Immediately, she scuttled in a tight circle and flattened herself to the ground, but failed to conceal herself against the straw-gold grasses of the plains. She sprawled, splaying her legs out so that she could be as flat as possible, but this wasn't summer anymore, nor was she as tiny as she used to be. She stuck out like a puddle of black fur.

The woman who had spoken bore earthy tones in her pelt but had highlights of cream that made her crimson eyes reflect the pale light of the sky. She felt scolded, and remained where she was, but slowly pulled her legs in toward her body, so she could tuck her forepaws beneath her chin. She flattened her ears in an open admission of guilt. Quietly chastized without needing to be corrected, Chacal turned, and skittered back toward the borders, defeated in her quest.