The land the sun shone down upon was a large field of dirt. There were a few clumps of grass growing here and there, but mostly it was just the pale brown of the dried ground showing itself to the world. There were marks on the ground like large beasts had dropped down to their stomachs or backs to roll in the dirt. It was likely they did, to rid themselves of the flies that liked to pester the poor animals. As if being a prey animal was worse enough without the little creatures crawling all over you.
The area, fortunately, seemed clear of both fly and large beast. It was almost entirely covered in little holes, these empty as well. Like some large colony of den dwellers had decided it was time to move on. Perhaps they had. Perhaps the stomping of the beasts overhead got to be too much for the critters below.
Whatever the reason, one individual was benefiting from the abandoned holes.
A small green tail disappeared from sight as the occupant moved from one hole to the other, a head just as green as the tail poking out from the darkness to stick its forked tongue to the air. Curiosity, as always, got the better of Dakarai and he couldn't resist exploring the many catacombs these rodents had created just below the wandering eyes of the large beasts.
Across the mostly flaten land, another individual was heading towards the dirt field. Although her reason for heading towards it wasn't in curiousity but rather, in search of a new temporary den. Why just weeks ago she had left on her grand adventure across the savana. Exploring new prides, places she hadn't ever known to exist. It was all mighty good and all; but every day she wasn't within a pride's borders, she sought out a new den to rest in for the day. 