Wapun Meadow huir

Ameline coughed as her mate kicked up a spray of dust. Shaking her head she continued to pursue the male, who cut a course for the edge of the meadow. Tongue lolling she pursued, grateful when the loner slowed his pace. 

Rather than put on more speed, she adjusted her pace so she could trail behind at an even distance. She would need to conserve her energy if he should turn to fight again.