Meadowlark Prairie it's rolling round the bend

hello! hope you don't mind me and my emo wolf popping in. :-)

 

Fia was on the move. She was perhaps a week's run from Dragonfly Grotto, still chased by the memory of smoke, but on sunny days like today, the memory of her home seemed a bit further away. And especially here, as thick woods gave way to a vast, green plain, punctuated by shards of prismatic colour.

With the birds and the beauty, it was basically a Disney movie. 

Fia felt her lips curve despite herself. No matter what, there was something to be said for the sun, warm upon her back, and for an, if not full, at least satiated belly, and no imminent threat of danger. The dark wolf plodded on, a smudge against the brightness of the surroundings, slowing only as the wind brought her the scent of a pack wolf, and her eyes came to rest on a small, angular figure in the distance. The tawny wolf in question seemed to be staring at something intently, hidden in the copse of trees that lined the prairie. 

In the manner of the Overly-Curious Passerby, Fia came marginally closer - but not too close - and after some hesitation, spoke up quietly. "What are you looking at?" she asked, dark tail twitching.