Iktome Plains Weary Traveler

Thanks! Happy to be here :) 

Clock wandered further toward the ocean, looking for small game to hunt, but was unsuccessful. In the midday heat, it seemed that most critters had taken refuge in secure and shady areas to wait until the evening to continue their foraging of food. Giving up, Clock decided it would be best for him to rest in the shade of the group of trees that were behind him. He would try again later in the evening when more prey animals would be out. He was starting to turn when he saw the figure of another wolf heading toward him - the other's pale fur easily detectable against the lush green of the grassy plains. Clock hesitated briefly, wondering if he could slink away undetected but it appeared the other had already spotted him. He stood there with his body partly turned away and his head cocked to look over his shoulder at the other wolf, who was advancing with a strong display of dominance... although, thankfully, not outright aggression. Clock snuffled at the air, but the winds were coming from the wrong direction and he could smell nothing of the other's scent.

When the other announced his presence and stared boldly at Clock, Clock ducked his head and hunched into his shoulders a bit. His ears tucked back submissively and his bushy white tail flecked with bits of grey and black dropped, although did not tuck completely between his legs. He saw no need to be reduced to that level of pathetic submission just yet. He opened his mouth in a submissive wolfish grin, as if laughing at himself and appologizing embarrassedly for it at the same time. He knew he was on foreign territory. His dark brown eyes flicked, briefly, back toward the direction he had come and the cool, shady forest in which he head been intending to go. The quick display was meant to be a soft suggestion that he was just passing through and had no intention of hanging around.

It would be immediately apparent that Clock had been travelling a great distance. His coat was dirty and slightly matted around his neck, chest, and haunches there the fur was the thickest. He was very thin, and his long legs gave him the apprearance of being even more slight of frame. He did not, however, have the cachexic and starved looks of a canine afflicted by a serious illness. Even though he was a bit boney, one could tell that his legs were reasonably muscled. His eyes were bright and expressive; signs of a healthy animal. He wagged his tail, which he held low, back and forth a few times in brief succession indicating that he only meant to be friendly.