Sheepeater Cliff The dark of summer

Awkward first post is awkward.

Far from home was a familiar feeling for the large white wolf roaming the early morning hours. He had been away for more than a year now, drifting his way across Montana's landscape in search of something -- anything -- to ignite interest within his haunting soul. The night had found him alongside the pristine shores of a freshwater lake, quenching his thirst beneath the moonlight before pressing on to the north in his quest for something more. By morning Teklar had nestled himself against the mountains, finding comfort in their embrace as he navigated the uneven terrain.

A sound in the distance pulled him from his thoughts, luring the ghostly male closer to challenge. With his interest piqued, eyes and ears remained alert to his surroundings as he approached the source in anticipation that he might discover an animal to prey upon. Hunger was a curse to the lone-wolf, and starvation was his greatest fear.

The pungent scent of goat was still heavy on the atmosphere, briefly pulling his gaze upward to the treacherous cliffs to confirm the animal had already gone from the area. All that remained was a wolf: silver in color with pale-blue eyes far lighter than he had ever seen. She was a striking individual, but perhaps his loneliness made him vulnerable to the company of others. A low growl began in his throat, a sound that betrayed his uncertainty and his willingness to defend himself should she pose a threat to his safety. Teklar would remain at a small distance until she could prove otherwise.