Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

Dwin did not usually frequent the grasslands right next to caldera's doorstep. It was a beautiful place and during the autumn many herds passed through, but something about the open vast space gave her chills. Nothing worse could happen to her here than in any other landscape - still, she did not like it very much. 

However, in the recent days this had proven to be the prime place to hunting rodents and until she came upon something way bigger than a rodent, sentient and vocal too, she had spent the better part of her morning eating. The young fellow did not look like a lost puppy, who had to be taken back home, therefore Dwin approached the stranger, curious at, who he was. For the time being he appeared to be harmless, but she kept her distance. 

"Your wish has been granted," she replied to his earlier rhethoric inquiry. "May I know, who has been calling?" she asked, sitting down and looking at the young wolf kindly.