Honeyed Pasture Responsibilities

The bugs had ravaged the landscape and prey was getting scarce. Mason had headed down into the pasture in the hopes that he would find something here. Anger burned his heart as he gazed around him at the barren pasture – flowers were beginning to pop up once more but slowly, and bedraggled. The young Beta had padded his way carefully around the territory, but no prey was to be seen. Even birds were fewer; their joyous calls a mere memory.

Mason’s pace increased, urgency flooding through his body and creating a tempo that was hard to ignore. He began to lope wantonly, changing directions erratically. Deep down he knew that it was no use, that no prey could be found here, but he couldn’t stop. Zaria and the puppies depended on him.