Faster, across the fields the plains the meadows,
Faster, through the glens, the streams, the rivers and falls,
Faster still, your spirit calls, faster still this path you choose.
Heat of the chase, sounds of the run, keep up the pace your never done
A ferals will calls to thee, instincts unbound, set you free.

done with dry pastels, her name is Savanna, her spirit is her life, she is that of instinct and will. a true Feral.