Chimera Fields Tongues and teeth

Pangur still struggled with the concept of borders. She was too used to letting her intuition guide her. Would that be called Aimless? To some, maybe. 

Not this time... Sure, she had wandered a bit, but now! she tracked deer. Lucky Pangur.

She had never been so full of life! She wanted to feel her blood burn hot in chase, danger hot in the air. For now, she was quietly in tune with her surroundings, muzzle lowered to the ground to peer at shallow tracks. Her tongue rolled across her teeth, feeling them. She would have to keep low in these opens fields.