Iktome Plains If only you knew

Clock had spent the afternoon sleeping in a shady grove of trees, waiting until later in the day to hunt for small prey. He had just arrived in these parts, having traveled all the way from the Rocky Mountain regions. His young body showed the strain of travelling alone. His lanky frame was even thinner from lack of food and his light coat ticked on the top with grey and black had a dull and dirty look to it. However, he was still young and healthy. All he needed was a few good meals and more rest and he would be back to his usual self.

As he set off across the plains looking for small game, he eventually came across the two conversing females. They did not look threatening, so Clock did not bother to hide himself. Plus, he had met Charon, alpha of a nearby pack, earlier that same day and thought perhaps these females were members of the same pack. Clock was so used to small numbers of wolves that he did not even think that there would be significant numbers of lone wolves in the area. He whoofed to announce his presence as he approached. He could smell deer off in the distance and he became even more aware of the hunger pains in his belly. He would love to tear into the rich meat of a freshly killed deer. Larger prey was infinitely more satisfying than the small rabbits and voles and he managed to catch thusfar.