Meadowlark Prairie Your legs must shake

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With her thirst quenched, she moved inland. Hoping to find a scraps or a small meal to chase, though the former was preferred. She was far from an expert hunter, even a novice could out hunt her but she didn't hold it against herself. Hunting alone was a steep learning curve, at least that's what her mother always told her. Emry missed her mother, the ache in her heart still tore through her everyday. It was only 6 months ago that she died, but the woman still expected to hear her mothers howl to come home. 

A scent cut through her thoughts, a hare. Instinct brought her low to the ground, crouching beneath the flowers to better see the small mammal. Her nose worked, twitching and wiggling as the scent flooded the delicate sensors within. In an act of self sabotage, her belly rumbled loudly. Hush! She warned sternly in her head. Stalking through the flowers, her ears picked up the faintest sound that she could only describe as crunching. The hare must've been eating. 

That's when she saw it, munching on a piece of grass. She poised her body to launch but her hind leg ruffled some dry grass and the hare bolted. Emery chased, her head lowered to keep visibility. Suddenly the hare took a sharp right. Emery tried to follow but her hind legs slipped and she went tumbling. Little did she know, she stopped rolling right in front of another wolf. 

Gathering herself, she shook off the flowers in her coat. Except the one awkwardly embedded between her teeth. Her gaze focused and that's when she saw him. Immediately she stumbled backwards, stuttering over her words. An inaudible sequence of 'sorry's' and 'oh Gods' tumbled from her lips. The flower still weirdly jutting out. 

"I'm- I'm so sorry!" She practically pleaded.