Ocean's Breath Plateau nosebleed? ew.

Clock had been traversing the coast when he heard the frustrated barks of a nearby wolf accompanied by the cackles of birds. His ears pricked forward and he listened for a few moments before giving a decided little wag of his tail and setting off at a trot toward the sounds. Crows were notorious for teasing anyone they came across, and predators were much more succeptible to their taunts. Clock wanted to see what was going on. He was in good spirits; the weather was warm with intermittent sun and no wind. He was still thin, but had had a few good meals since arriving in the Teekon Wilds.

He made his way around a cluster of bushes and saw the wolf in question along with a pair of raucous crows. The birds were perched on a low branch but were so focused on the female wolf that they hadn't noticed Clock approach. The female wolf, however, would have definitely noticed him stepping out from behind the bushes. Before she could say anything, though, Clock gave a powerful leap at the pair of crows. They immediately took flight with frightened squawks, but Clock managed to get a mouthful of feathers out of one. He ran gamely after them for a few yards, baring menacing fangs but then turned to look at the female with a feather-filled grin. He wagged his tail playfully. That was fun!