Chimera Fields you're just a line in a song.

Penn held himself low to the ground as he swerved back and forth across the fields, his nostrils working furiously. As always, he was hunting, in spite of the fact that he wasn't all that hungry anymore having just had a nice meal the day before. This was actually Penn's favorite state to hunt in, though. He could focus better without the ache of knowing he had to be successful, or else his life might end up on the line. This was more or less for fun, which made it... well... fun.

His prey that day was an especially enjoyable challenge. For once, the day actually looked and felt like Spring with the grass around him green and the sun peeking coyly out at him from behind the clouds. To Penn, there was no better time for hunting rabbits, and he could tell by the scents he was gathering that there were a ton of them to be found somewhere in this field.

Humming merrily to himself, he paused to inspect a particularly pungent patch of brush, his tail wagging eagerly.