Kintla Flatlands your problem is, you spent your whole life thinking there were rules

Though the meadowlarks had seemingly long gone from either the coming winter or fear of the quakes, the meadow itself was still pleasantly beautiful. At least for Vallkyrie. The woman had traveled very far and for a time had been met with muck, swamp and barren landscapes. Before moving much further into the Teekon Wilds, she had taken settlement in the Mesa for shelter, taking note of the pack to the southwest and to the north. Many wolves lived here, many Packs. Vallkyrie kept to herself as to not bother even though she knew a settlement for herself would likely be needed for her survival. Right now, food would be needed for her survival too. 

These flatlands were filled with meadow, plain and prairie alike and with plenty of water. Though the herds may have gone, the young huntress knew that smaller prey would be near if only one had sure patience to dig it up. 

It was a cold and rainy morning and Kyr shook out her black coat. The mist rolled through the long blades of grass which tickled along her sides as she moved. With the winter chill coming in, she was not certain if she would be successful or not.