Heron Lake Plateau don't touch anything

AW!

The transition of winter to spring was buffered with gruesome, chilly rains that fell in an urelenting mist. Upon the wide barren of the plateau, its' new grasses cut short by locusts, it seemed like the perfect little graveyard for the struggling land. Dovev's heavy paws thudded among the dirt, making his way westward after spending time outside of the Teekon boundaries. Teekon wasn't the only land affected by depletion of prey. The male had made his way in a large, east-facing semi-circle that started in the northern Swiftcurrent Creek area and moved towards the rising sun, only to move down and turn again in the direction of the expanding Teekon. The wolf population had exploded since he had arrived three years ago. No wonder the current numbers faced the threat of starvation. He must look like a walking skeleton himself, with gaunt grey eyes and thinning fur. Stopping to cast a glance into a puddle created by the dreary rain, Dovev wondered if he faced it too.