Iktome Plains auxesia

melinoë was taken by the oddity that was the soil, here. it was dark and wet, from dirt to sand to the grass that found its way between. her steps left an obvious trail not obfuscated by wind in the familiar way of the sandy beaches on her island home.
there were signs of travel - animal trails through the grass, some scattered tendrils of hair from a mule deer perhaps; enough signs to suggest the mobility of life in the area.
she caught the scent of wolf and stopped quickly. lifting her head from the hunter's prowl, the woman tried to orient herself and in the process she spotted a silhouette.
this was one of the few mainlanders she had encountered - a rare sight indeed, and a thrilling prospect.
from a distance she spoke in the animal way, calling to them with a soft bark of invitation.