Dahozhoni Meadow Ridin since sunup.

Why did mice have to be so hard to catch, Paeon thought, as she watched her little foe scurry off into the desert foliage. She didn't merely want to snag it between her jaws, she wanted to be precise. Capturing it without killing it. A display of technique and control... the latter she much lacked.

Any excuse she could give herself to further her craft, at least that's what she told herself. But really she was looking for something to do, anything to do at this point. And when her mouse fled into a gathering of light purple and pink flowers her attention shifted. A familiarity settled within her as she lowered her head and took in a deep breath of thriving mint.