Wapun Meadow Sunshine, Daisies, Butter Mellow...

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After Cry had stopped by the den and confirmed the pups location with their parent, the silent shadow did two more circuits and gave himself a break. He felt that anymore checks around the perimeter would overrun his scent over the Alphas, and that was one thing he would not have done. 

Noticing the caches had been virtuality untouched have him the impression that no-one has been hungry, as of late. 

With the children busy, his circuits compete, and caches filed, it seemed as if his work was done. Well, for a brief moment, yes. The dark prince wouldn't stay idle. He would explore a bit, before his instinctual alarm clock told him to get back to work, or face the wrath of his leader.

Without any hesitancy, the ebony hessian headed toward Wapon Meadow, a place he recalled flowers, Sun, and peace. The three year old knew he would never feel peace until he made it back to the salted waters of the Sea, but with the Meadow, he would make do.

Darkness kept him from prying eyes, his coat making him a walking shadow underneath the shade of the trees and he kept comfort in them until he had finally reached the meadow. Open field.
Freedom. 

A swift movement snagged his attention, and not only his lazer like stare, but his ears accompanied him in the observation of movement amongst the tall grass. It was a flash of fiery orange, and for a stunned second, Cry contemplated fleeing from his bane. 
Where was the smoke?
There was none.

Another breeze lulled over him, his ethereal pelt riveting moving midnights over his athletically built form. 
Winter glacials pierced the spot where he had last seen the flash of writhing embers, and silent as death itself, he moved to investigate.