Iktome Plains wuskripa

she noticed that their eyes were similar shades in a swath of gold. perhaps she was only projecting. he was formal and this unnerved her. "uh — yeah. yes. i could use a hunter. and yes. i will."
she skulked off at once in a hunter's crouch. a breeze reached across the open land to tear at the red stripe that ran from tip to tail. there were pheasants in the tallest grass, weathering the windstorm that had come from that first gale.
heda slid to her belly.