Misty Morning

A cold front had moved in the night before, mixing with the warmth of summer and birthing a gray, humid morning. Mist rolled along the ground but it did not deter Natha from her morning patrol. The sun had risen above the horizon but it was hard to tell with the silver and gray clouds that draped over the sky. It was a quiet and peaceful morning. So far the only thing amiss was coming across a coyote. She was quick to dispatch it and toss it over the border before continuing on her way. Hopefully, it would serve as a warning to other foolish beasts.

She paused at the end of her patrol, lingering at the northwest border of the tall grass plains. She could hear the sound of prairie chicks and other fowl moving through the grasses. Perhaps that was her cue for breakfast. Or maybe she'd just do a bit of chasing for exercise.