Ocean's Breath Plateau one more time

Clock had been wandering along the rocky edge of the plateau, exploring in the morning sunlight. The views over the sparkling ocean were simply breathtaking, and even though he was happily anticipating the official joining of the Bhediyon pack, he was also feeling a little bit of apprehension. What if they don't like me? he had thought timidly. So, to rest his mind, he ran for a while through the grassy plain and wound up here at the far end of the Ocean's Breath Plateau. Clock was young and spirited, which was going to prove to be his saving grace here in the Teekon Wilds. Sure, in his brief two years of life he had been slowly separated from his family (the only pack he had ever known) and then witnessed his only brother being violently killed before him, but that all seemed so distant now. Clock's arrival to the Teekon Wilds couldn't have been more divinely inspired. After Onni had died, Clock had felt compelled to run and run... get the hell outta there! The end of his running had been here - at this ocean shore. It was almost like this young wolf was destined for great things. And so, he found he was naturally able to keep his thoughts mostly on the joy and eagerness of being in a new land and belonging to a newly forming family. He couldn't wait to get to know the other wolves better.

When he heard the howl meant for him, his ears immediately flew forward to attention and then swiveled - flawlessly directing him to where the brief sound had emanated from. Domi! Clock remembered her from their little hunt the other day and wagged his tail. There was something he liked about her... and she was fun! Turning on his heel, he took off at a sprint across the plateau in the direction his ears had pointed him. Her call did not sound distressed, so he was in no real hurry save for his eagerness. He did not hear her call for him again, and so he slowed from a run to a trot and started sniffing the air when he felt he had gone about far enough. Not smelling her just yet, he started zig zagging through the grass and shrubby spruce trees in order to efficiently cover ground.

Finally, Clock caught a whiff of a scent that pulled him instinctually before it was registered mentally. That was her! He bounded gleefully off with his nose in the air, tracking her to a group of thick shrubs near the top of a rise... and no doubt unintentionally scattering dozens of rabbits as he went crashing along.

He found Domi crouching concealed amongst the shrubs, only then realizing by her stature that she was in "hunting mode". His ears dipped appologetically as he realized all the noise he must have been making. He gave her a sheepish grin and approached with his head dipped into his shoulders (see how small and innocent I am?).

"Hello again, Domi," he said after what he felt was an appropriate length of time for his please-don't-hate-me-because-I-scared-off-all-your-prey demonstration. He felt compelled to go up to her and nudge her playfully, but along with maturation came a certain degree of understanding boundaries, and Clock knew he would need to get to know her better before assuming it was safe to freely approach just because he was in a good mood.