Dawnlark Plains Slow Life

His boredom had vanished after that fight with Falwasi but it soon resumed a day later and with nothing other than hunting, patrolling and bla bla bla to do, he resorted to eating poppy seeds and the various supplies of herbs that could calm his mind. It was that day when he noticed his supply of poppy seeds were diminishing and decided to go add some more to the pile. It was the perfect opportunity to leave the Peak for an adventure too, and perhaps there would be something interesting out there to entertain him. It would also be a good time to check where the poppies grew outside of the Peak. A win win situation. Nothing could be better. The stallion decided to set off immediately, after all, he'd done his daily hunting for the pack and boring old patrolling.

Arion left the Peak behind without so much as a glance and began trotting south of his new home, letting the gods guide his paws to wherever he needed to be, trusting the god Hermes to lead him to where adventure was. Or Poppy. Lost in his thoughts, the Acheron moved, taking no notice of the beautiful nature scenery beside him. He had no idea how much time had passed before the scent of a lone wolf touched his nostrils. His gaze wandered until they alighted on a dark figure who was collecting seeds, from a Poppy flower. He'd found what he needed to find, but it seems someone else had got it before him.

The stallion was downwind of the dark wolf who was stealing his seeds and wondered what he should do next. Confront the wolf, or leave him be. Deciding this could be an interesting encounter that might be able to keep his mind running, Arion moved into the direction of the figure, effectively standing in front of him, blocking his path to the ridge. He strode forward, disregarding everything about socially acceptable behavior and only stopped when he was directly in front of the bastard. "Bored are you?" Arion drawled, fierce golden eyes locking onto the other's yellow brown ones, straightening up onto his full height.