Meadowlark Prairie Taking in The Scenery

She didn’t, really. Just about flowers, and her knowledge of them was rudimentary at best. After all, there were so, so many flowers. There was no way she could know all of them. 

A compliment was a compliment, though, and she received it with an excited tail-wag, which, with their current trot, seemed closer to a tail-flop. 

The copse was large enough that they’d have a bit of searching to do, but not large enough that Gabby was confident they’d find it. The conditions were perfect, though. It was cool, dark, and the ground had a vibrant coating of moss. 

She figured many animals called this place home, too. She wasn’t particularly hungry, but Beau had mentioned hunting. This place was as good as any to catch something. 

The air here was still, and her attempts to sniff it out were unsuccessful. That only meant they’d need to check further. 

”Keep an eye out for it, and for food,” she’d say, but she figured the reminder wasn’t necessary for food.