Meadowlark Prairie outta the woodwork

Trotting to the edge of the woods with the rabbits dangling from her mouth, she let out a frustrated huff at herself as she saw he was not there. What was she thinking? No one waited on her, why would this one be different? At least he was the smart one. The icy wind struck her side as the snow begun falling faster. Stepping into the thicket, her eyes scanned for signs of him as she went deeper. Her impulsivity had left her alone again. Letting out a huff that sounded almost like a sigh, she decided to call out once to see if he was even close. Hey, you still there? Sorry 'bout that. I've got food if you're hungry. Swishing her tail, her ears swiveled around, trying to pick up any sound over the wind.