Wapun Meadow Slow down you crazy child

To the west, thunderheads gathered. The air grew thick and warm, the breeze hunted restlessly through the valley. Ameline could smell water on the wind, a downpour that threatened to fall and flatten the grasses but she felt no fear. Even as the first distant rumble spread, and the dark clouds flickered, she simply shut her eyes, and listened. 

She moved through the grasses which had begun to dry and turn yellow. Autumn flowers poked up, red and orange, while the fair white flowers of summer had gone to seed. She meandered this way and that, tracking the scent of prey that had passed through since her last trip out of the Valley. 

Deer. Bird. Rabbit. It was the scent of a weasel that caught her attention, as it had been some time since she'd seen one in these parts. Ever protective of the hunting in the meadow, she set about following the musky scent trail it had left behind, hoping it would lead to a burrow.