Waiter, I'll Take The Veal

The prairie was quickly becoming one of Mæva's favorite places to spend time. It was late afternoon, another cloudy day but she could see the sun starting to break through the clouds. Before her lay a heard of bison lazily feasting on the grass of the prairie. In particular there was a young bison that had caught her eyes. It had to have been a pretty late calf. While it looked similar to adults it was noticeably smaller. Still, even a young bison was going to be too much for a lone wolf and she didn't want to risk getting trampled. Still, she could lay there and daydream about getting one of the beasts in her jaws.