That's some good Grass

Fay had traveled with her daughter to the bank of a river by which the grass was abundant. She lowered her head and slowly began to nibble on the precious blades. Occasionally, she would lift her head to scan the area in case danger is watching. Nia was prancing around and chasing an innocent butterfly, but was careful not to stray too far from her mother.
Eventually Fay began to walk alongside the riverside, finding it necessary to keep moving.