Wapun Meadow How many day's have passed like this?

Takes place 7/8

The light of the morning sun beamed through tree branches, casting a pleasant glow on the meadow across the horizon. It was just shy of day -- morning sunrise -- and the call of robins and thrushes rang through the air in a series of melodic songs and tweets.

A girl's dark face popped out of an old fox den, lying just beneath the roots of a cottonwood tree. A tangle of leaves and twigs stuck to her fur, and she used her teeth to pull them out one by one.

The rainstorm from last night came in a flash and caused the girl to run form her collection of herbs and flowers. Now morning, she rose from her temporary hideout with a hearty stretch and began trotting back down the path that lead back to the meadow -- which, thankfully, didn't appear completely demolished by the storm.