Redsand Canyon Know that life has a hopeful undertone

Bloods ears twitched. He heard the echo of a loud howl. Coming from somewhere not to distant. He ignored it at first, continuing to trot clumsily up the slope. His nose was always glued to the ground searching for a possible meal, or even just a snack would do.

After wandering aimlessly for a number of minutes. Blood spotted a small rustle in the bushes, It was a small mouse. Not a large meal but it would at least see him through the rest of the day. He stalked it carefully. Making sure he was always downwind from the small creature. He pounced, killing it and gulping it down. He licked his chops, then remembered the howl from before, maybe if he looked hard enough he would be able to find the source.   

He set off up the hill, trying to catch the scent of a wolf.