Shy Deer Steppes to be honest you're kind of a goddess

From this high, dry place Drusk could see for eternity, or very near to it. Staring eastward from the highest butte gave a steepled view of the far-away mesa; the horizon that way was ruddy almost, and the air looked to writhe beneath the sunlight.

A shadow dipped and shifted across his lower back and the wolf turned his forequarter as if to meet and catch it, but it wasn't anything at all—just a bird winging close. He snapped his teeth after the birds tail knowing he wouldn't catch it, and then followed the angle of their flight.