Ezo had left the wolf territory and decided to explore some more. He made his way to a lovely meadow and took a nap. He had tried eating some flowers earlier, and now he had an upset stomach. Ezo had dreams of leading his own pack one day, as he didn't understand that he was a fox. In Ezo's mind he was a mighty silver wolf, that would rule the earth one day.
The male mumbled in his sleep, and every now and then he would even sleep walk. Ezo didn't care if anyone was around. All he worried about was getting his beauty sleep.
Having traveled further from the Spire than she had lately, her path stretched towards Wapun Meadow. Without the Creek's presence in the valley behind the mountains, she intended to scope out the hunting in the region, or see if she could wrangle up useful herbs to stash back on the mountain. Now, with spring upon them, she could finally begin to properly extend her knowledge on that front.
Yet so far, her travels had brought her little of interest. A few doe deer, and some bright flowers (most of which she didn't have a name for), but nothing identifiable as worth pursuing. By later in the afternoon, she began to consider her other options to make these hours more useful.
The dark alpha slowed to a walk as she covered the softly sloping grassy meadow. It was peaceful here, practically picturesque too, and she was in no hurry to anywhere as she considered her next move. Then, somewhere along the way, she came upon the red fox -- a sleeping one, evidently. This brought her ears forward and perked her head up, but her pawsteps were quiet on her approach. Would he even hear? She was curious enough of the creature to investigate a little further.
But this did not pan out. Her attentions were lured elsewhere, and she continued on across the field towards her next hunt.