Kick the Dust up

Finally leaving the west proved to be a very good choice indeed as summer began to roll in. It was far too warm out! How did anyone stand the heat? Her tiny body was positively roasting half the time, ugh. The very memory of the warmer weather hitting western lands was enough to make her narrow her warm brown eyes and stick out her tongue in disgust. No thank you.

It was the pursuit of cooler temperatures that brought her to the knolls, for it certainly wasn't the snorting, pawing buffalo sitting in a valley below her. Sometimes she wondered if she'd even be any use hunting something that big in a group. She might get squished or worse. Flopping down on the hill she'd staked herself out on, Maple glanced around, finding the lack of company a bit boring for once. Today might just be a social day - a rare occurrence indeed - so, where was somebody to be social with? Let's see... grass... grass... buffalo... aha! The figure of another wolf approached in the distance, but suddenly Maple found anxiety choking her vocal chords until she gave up wanting to call out and just sort of sat there like the pathetic, awkward lump she was.