Meadowlark Prairie oh sunlight, sunlight

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Fawna, free-spirit and all, had found some time to slip away from the group of her new acquaintences. She felt no need to mask her desire to wander on her own for a while; hunt, scout, all the works. As no member of the group were specifically inclined to return to each other or function as a pack might, they had been free to branch off and explore as they may deem necessary or desired at any time.

Such was Fawna's primary intent now. A light snowfall had began speckling the plains with somewhat overcast clouds overhead; very briefly, yet slowly, does her head lift to point towards the sky, if just to bask in the ease of feeling she felt now. No matter the cold she had to shelter against, she was not one to take advantage of such beauties.

A crunch of earth behind her has her ear twitching first back to catch the sound, followed by her head turning to point her nose at the stranger - or whoever, if anyone - had found her.

"Hello?"