Wapun Meadow sonnenbaden

whatever he had thought of the woman faded swiftly in the wake of her playful revelation. a disapproving twitch of his lips was mahler’s only response; he turned away from her, settling his eyes firmly upon the distant herd.
belatedly it occurred to him that he was being rather unfair; this woman was not the cause of his unhappiness, and perhaps a romp would lift his bitter spirits. 
casting her a wry smile, an arched brow, mahler chuffed once and then began to dash toward the elk, intending to scatter them with her help for the mere diversion of it.