Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

Roe deer bark - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EWzg4eiJnM - the sounds in the video are a bit different than the ones I have heard in nature, but they are close enough.

"Come to think of it - if you are not totally dense, you can sense, whether there is any danger or not," Dwin mused, watching, how hungrily Cassidy ate and wondering, when had been the last time he had had a square meal. "I mean - body language may tell you a lot. Or simply go around and do not underestimate any prey. No matter big or small," because even tiny mice could turn around and bit you hard in your toes. 

She then fell silent, letting the man enjoy his meal. She went around the carcass and rummaged around a bit, until she found morsels that would still be edible and settled down too. Once her friend finished, she would go and show him, where he would be able to settle down for the night.