Dawnlark Plains rustling leaves

@Oliver

Perhaps he was really doomed to travel for the rest of his life, to be an eternal wanderer, to never settle down for good in one pack. Seriously though, he had been traveling for ages already, yet there seemed to always be a path ahead. Did this world never end? What if he walked for a thousand years and still never reach the end of the earth? Was that even possible? Perhaps Riptide should never have left his natal pack, perhaps he should've beaten his mother and taken over the throne for himself. But then, she was still his mother...

Plains. That was his next destination. He stood among the grass which tickled his flank as the breeze blew over them. Riptide shoved aside thoughts of his path and concentrated on his task ahead, to explore the packs in this surrounding area, and maybe, just maybe, there was a suitable home for him here. Although the chances of that was extremely slim.

Nostrils flared as he caught the scent of a rabbit nearby and his russet ears twitched as he heard a slight rustling by the grass on his right. Immediately, having pinpointed the prey's location, Riptide leaped forward from his hiding place and sank his fangs into the hare's throat. A rabbit may only contain a bit of meat, but it was still food. And even rotten carcasses were welcome when you were a loner.