private with Ragna

See this? This was nice. The open lands and all the scents. It was wonderful, the warmth of the sun kissing her pelt? It was lovely. Eyes closed, the young girl took a deep inhale. Her chest expanded as a deep inner peace flooded in. Exhaling she would open her eyes and look around. Certainly there was some prey, she hadn't eaten in a couple of days and perhaps she would get lucky. Despite her having a passion for the hunt, a part of her did just want to relax and soak up the wonderful scenery. It was on the warmer side though, she thought as her tongue sat there lolling. "Speech"

Trotting through the prairie, Ragna made a beeline for one of the few trees that grew in the prairie. A fresh collection of meadowsweet was clutched between her fangs. The spring sun felt good for a time but as she worked to and fro she found herself craving shade.

Ragna settled down beneath the tree with her gathering of boneset. She carefully set it down between her forelegs as she licked the remaining plant taste out of her mouth. Meadowsweet would be useful for battling colds and flu in the upcoming fall and winter seasons, assuming she could get enough dried to have it on hand. Ragna had gathered enough to form two bundles. Using her teeth she started sorting the herbs into two even-sized bundles.

She worked for a bit then caught the scent of someone nearby. Looking up she spied a yearling, lounging off in the sun. Ragna smiled and called out. "It's a lovely spring day, isn't it?"