Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

This interested him greatly. And her explanation made sense, he realized this with an “Ohhhh.” “I see what you mean. That would be amazing, one would never go hungry.” Yet another question, and another. Man, how many did this little lady have? “Hmm, well, back home in Wyoming, we had these giant animals, mama called them Bison. One single bison could feed multiple wolves. And if you were strong enough, some wolves could take one down all by themselves. Anyway, you could always hear their herd coming, the ground rumbled like thunder.”
 
“As for a favorite, I dunno. I like food in general, and I’m not too picky. As long as it isn’t a plant.” He chuckled.