Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

"Bison? What do they look like?" Dwin asked. The name of the prey sounded familiar, but she did not know for sure, if she had seen it before, let alone hunted it. Caldera and the surrounding areas offered plenty of small game, therefore the pack did not need to go for the big animals often. They were tasty and not very smart, in Dwin's humble opinion, but they were strong and very eager to stay alive. 

"Bad experience with plants?" she inquired, at the same time trying to remember the last time she had eaten plant material other than stalks of grass. Apples came to mind, but they did not grow in caldera and Broken Antler fen was too far and wet of place, worth a daily hike. "Apples are good. When they are frozen," she shared. "They are round, juicy, sweetish-sour thingies that grow in trees," she added an explanation just in case Cassidy did not have them in Wyoming.