She'd be sitting next to their tent on a mat, peacefully drawing birds and other things she had found that day. The warm, sun-soaked grass brushed against the mat in a rhythmic pattern, and the wind rolling against the vast fields was almost calming. Comet had been trying to forget what happened over at the water hole. The red tinted water still stayed even when boiled. She sighed, putting down their sketch book and looking out across the verdant expanse in mild boredom.