Lake Rodney tarnished

Set a few hours after this.

He didn't know how far he ran, but even after he had stopped flat-out sprinting, it was a while longer before Kaizer even began to let up his steady-beat trot in favor of rest. He had long forgotten his pursuers and his defeat. The only thing that mattered to him was that he eat, drink, nap, and return to the Caldera (and mostly because he just ignorant to the fact that there were a billion other packs in these wilds to harass.) He stopped fully when he had come to the lake, washing himself quickly of his own blood and loose fur, while taking in the bare minimum of the water he needed to move on. A sensible thing  he had learned the hard way as an endurance runner.

An unsuspecting  vole provided him with a quick snack, but he'd have to catch something bigger to put on his stomach if he meant to return to the caldera before evening. He was too tired for such a thing at that moment, so he dug a little hovel near the lake, and curled up to sleep for a while; warmed and resting beneath a Lion King style rising sun.