Wapun Meadow a different kind of pain

He was not finding much of what he sought; but there were other paths to success, ones more winding and time consuming, but nonetheless leading to the same destination. That the straightest route did not seem accessible did not deter him, and as he roamed the wilds he continued to look out for opportunities that would benefit him.

His keen nose picked up on the scent of a child. He slowed his paws, coming to a stop. His dark ears turned, listening, and he lifted his nose to the faint breeze. Her scent was not the only one that drifted past. He circled, confirming that she was alone but not far from others, so he took a position some distance from where she had hidden herself in the grass. He concealed his shadowy form in the boughs of a bush.

He was about to call out to her, to see if she could be lured further from her family, when another wolf approached. He was quick to detect her soft steps, and to catch her scent, and he hunkered down tight to the ground, as still as the dead. For now he would watch.