Wapun Meadow Courageous, stumbling

She peels herself up with a begrudging groan and a roll of eyes.

“Look, you’ve got an entire valley’s worth of meadows to ‘romp’ about aimlessly. This one with the rabbits, is mine," she hisses and crests the line of grass with a sharp nose, ready to stare daggers into her intruder. 

…But there is only an open stretch of mead. She spins a little circle in the grass, there’s not another wolf in sight.

“Um.. Where the hell are you?” She asks in a big very scary voice.