Iktome Plains if you are the dealer

from initial glimpse, kvasir isn't sure what he expects to find in the rolling plain. a lot of bunchgrass. so much, in fact, it's like stepping in a mine field. a wrong steps and it's a stubbed paw or tripping gait. it's a good place for smaller prey, he thinks, but follows in the trampled path of recent hoofsteps of a herd that trekked thru recently. the morning is warm, partially sunny, the cloud painted in uncolored candyfloss. the dry and relatively sunny day made his mission easier as he searches for pops of color amidst the grasses. the sunny disposition of a few randomly placed daffodils catch his eye and the silencer makes an immediate beeline for the nearest one. seed no doubt accidentally carried and planted by birds passing by. the landmine field of bunchgrass has proven worth the effort as he sets his primitive rabbit fur down and spreads it even upon the ground with his nose in an effort methodically collect the flower, stem and root without losing too many of the seeds which'll be kept back for autumn planting.