Green grass and high tides

The wound that ran across her left brow had closed with some assistance, and now left an angry puckered trail that wrapped around to the back of her skull. Likewise, the paw shaped burn on her left hindquarter had healed, leaving behind skin where fur should have been. It was fortunate the girl wasn't vain, if anything, it only added to her wild appearance and that suited her just fine.

Ghoul still didn't like her wandering too far from home, but she had snuck out with her mustelid companions and headed towards the plateau. It wasn't too far, really, and the wide-open spaces could leave her some room for tracking down herds that she might be able to talk the rest of the pack into hunting if she was lucky. What she hadn't expected. was for someone to call out. A dark ear turned, and her head whipped in the direction the call had come from, her scruffy tail whirring at her back as she jerked to face a new direction. She couldn't quite see over the grass so it would take her some time to get there, but the girl was nothing if not curious and determined.

She bounded through the grass, occasionally jumping higher to try and catch sight of whoever had called out. Were those ears in the middle distance? She tried to employ her nose, but they must have been upwind. How annoying. She paused for a moment to try and balance on her hind legs, wobbling this way and that before tripping over her honeybadger that turned towards her with a grumble. She reached out to bap her nose and poke out her tongue. No need to be so serious all the time.

Dusting herself off with a shake, she continued to bound on before her hind foot caught on something unstable (who left a helmet there?) And she went cartwheeling through the grass before crashing against something solid and warm with an Oof and a hasty apology as she tried to find her feet. "S-sorry!" She spun in a circle looking to see who she had hit. "Didn' see what I stepped on!"