Chimera Fields where the miracle of beauty disappears

Zig had picked up the scent of the unknown male as he moved across the scarred land that lead into the field of wildflowers. He picked up his pace to try and catch up with the stranger. Maybe it was someone he could recruit? Their pack numbers were dwindling, and he was always looking for lone wolves to lure back to his territory. They had food and rum. What else would you need?

As he began to move through the colorful blanket of flowers, his gaze finally locked on the sandy male. He moved towards him, but stopped when he felt he was close enough to alert him to his presence without startling him. For good measure, he let out a low chuff in case the stranger hadn't already heard or scented him.