Haunted Wood Herbs

The prairie had been a good place for him for a while but with the impending winter around the corner, the birds had begun to thin and his source of prey were becoming harder and harder to find.  He is also starting to feel a little stir crazy, having been by himself for the last few weeks.  When he woke up in wild, he hadn’t thought twice about where he was when he took off, stumbling out into the woods. It is a surprise he hadn’t been eaten within the first few minutes.  When the anesthesia wore out, he’d been back on his feet in no time.  This jungle of a world is far different than the concrete one he’d grown up in.  

When he catches sight of another wolf, Carrots lingers back a few seconds to decide his next course of action.  There were trees to his advantage, climbing one and being out of reach of the canine, or she could take the risk on the ground.  After the last one he’d run into, he needed to be a little more careful. He hides downwind, tucked in the foliage as he follows along until he finds a tree with low limbs he’d reach easily.  He clings to the trunk, scaling the side until he can tuck himself against the crook where the branch grows from the base.

“Lost something?” he asks from the low hanging branch, just out of reach for a wolf, with his tail idly flipping behind him.