Annabelle slowly made her way into the Western lands, ears pivoting and eyes watchful. There didn't see to be any danger nearby, and so she allowed herself to look down. The grass beneath her paws were dry and the farther she went, the taller they grew and the browner they got. She had never seen such grass and it fascinated her. She wondered how they lived when there didn't seem to be much water around and if anything actually ate it, but was soon distracted once more.
A herd of long-legged creatures with spiraling horns had caught her attention. These, too, were new to her, and when she went to them curiously, a pleasant scent filled her nose. They seemed to be one of the prey around the area, and it was true they resembled the deer and elk she was more used to seeing.
She was too young and too inexperienced to hunt such creatures on her own (then again, even adults were) but there was a slight hope that perhaps the prey here would be much easier to catch due to the dryness of the location, and so she slunk down, hiding herself between the strands of grass, and crept closer.
