Dahozhoni Meadow This one comes

The road to this land had been open and welcoming to her. It was summer and brightest of all the seasons. The sun was high. The sky cloudless. The fields endless. Ko'a could not have been more happy. She could not have felt more free.  

She followed the path of S'ari. Even the shifting sands could not outsmart Ko'a. She would be soon near her cousin. Her scent traveled with the heat waves. So did many others. 

Ko'a lifted her maw and yowled.