Meadowlark Prairie Your legs must shake

His tail wagged back and forth at a steady pace, not at all hiding his amusement. Why bother? Don't worry, I understand. The prey 'round here is real fast. He had lived in flatlands for nearly his whole life, so Beau had grown up sprinting after hares and rabbits. It wasn't as easy as others could make it look.

No packs here, but there is a lot of leftovers. There's a lake north of here if you're any good at fishing. He wasn't. The slimy things always managed to see him coming, Beau would rather stick to his burrows.

Obviously she was nervous, and Beau wasn't yet sure which way to sway. He didn't want to scare off company, but he didn't want teeth to the face either.