Sleepy Fox Hollow Delta Dawn, what's that flower you got on?

what great beast is this that sends the earth shuddering beneath his hungry step?

she watches as a pair -- no -- four or five of them -- meander. their heads low. long tails flicking. they eat sparse vegetative matter, so she presumes them herbivores -- but the wicked coil of that one's muscles call to mind the appropriating step of a panther.

she scents the air between them and adjusts the pronghorn skin along her shoulders. she will watch them a little while yet before deciding her move.