Dahozhoni Meadow Oh, but I know that I won't care

Calahan sprinted through the golden grass, chasing the light-footed pronghorn. The ungulate was much faster than he was, his only hope was too wear it down. He continued the chase, panting from exhaustion. Travel, and a lack of nutrition had taken an ill toll on him. His journey through the desert had stripped his fur of any shine it had to begin with. 

It helped to keep his mind occupied, and off of things...