Meadowlark Prairie auspicious

her mother vanishes, leaving her alone in the strange meadow. she swallows, worried that the ground underneath her might give away again. her paw, however, fascinates her - it hurts more than she thought possible, and yet it's manageable. 

it's bleeding heavily, now, and she tries to wrap her mouth around it to stem the bleeding as her gaze scans the grass, but it doesn't do much good. her mother, thankfully, appears after a moment, and moonshine profers the bloody, damp paw. the pressure seems to have done something, for it's oozing rather than gushing, now, and she allows her mother to do what she will with the wound. "where'd the ground go?" she asks, after a moment, having yet to encounter gopher holes.