Dahozhoni Meadow Eagles and butterflies.

A cloud passed over the sun, sending a great shadow eclipsing over the stretch of blossoms. Towhee glanced upward, wondering if the weather was about to take a turn. By the time her gaze dropped down again, she only noticed a speck in the distance, quickly disappearing.

Suddenly ignorant of legless threats, the wolf loped after the retreating figure. But she wouldn’t gain any ground unless she broke into a gallop. Coyote or wolf, nobody wanted to be chased down by a strange old lady.

@Sari? she tried calling, braking to a sudden halt to see if the shout had any effect on the rusty silhouette.