Meadowlark Prairie Lovely and provocative butcher paper silhouettes of slavery era self-mutilation

She decided to take a walk.
Someway east, trailing some deer tracks. 
The land was snow-caped. Winds brushing up whirls of frost which pelted her in the face with sharp daggers.
So she camped in a dip for a bit, knowing these tracks went too far for the Nightwalkers to hunt. But it was nice to get into the open for a while.
Soon, the wind stopped and she was left with stillness. Almost completely.

Another tracker, adjacent to her location. She rose, chuffing loudly so the hunter could hear her from the distance. She trotted forward, her tail swaying softly, inhaling the scent as she neared; Moonspear.
She offered a smile, knowing he was tracking and careful of her step.
"What's your prey?"