Wapun Meadow the book about my idle plot on a vague anxiety

She waited for sunset to emerge from the cottonwoods. It was the wildflowers that brought her here; she had smelled them from afar, and their abundance promised fresh water and bountiful prey. If she was lucky, she might even find some fruit. She nosed into a bush and pulled back with a yelp as a sharp thorn caused her nose to bleed. Now she couldn't smell anything, and she couldn't see all that well either ...

@Mae