Barrow Fields There's ground to break, whatever's still to come.

She carries on.
Each mound she inspects for any possibilities. She looks very much like a fox scouting the area for mice to eat, except for the length of her limbs indicating a clear size difference from the pests; but, still, she hunts and she does not look away from her task.
The stranger who passes near, she does not notice. Her eye is trained downward to the soil and from time to time she digs, or pounces, or stops to sniff and follow a short trail—and she is so wholly focused, the wandering man is missed.