Kildeer Rest a future full of golden promise

The rustle of the grass seemed to be the only thing keeping Prophet company. He rolled along, his paws tapping out an endless rhythm without slowing or speeding up. Only when he glanced to his left did he spot against the darkening sky a dark figure moving along at a similar pace. He lifted his nose to gingerly sniff the air, but all Prophet could discern was that his companion was a wolf. The wind didn't aid him any in telling about more sensitive information.

Whether or not the other had smelled or spotted him, the black-phase wolf moved into a prowling pursuit. While ordinarily very conscious of his safety, Prophet laid aside his typical caution in favour of curiosity. If he was right in thinking he hadn't been spotted, he could potentially follow the other canid for miles, picking up hints of scent along the way. He was also a little playful in the way he stalked her, as though following her as long as possible was a game and he had a high score to beat.