Honeyed Pasture feel right

Weather: 18°F, partly cloudy.

The weather seemed to be holding up okay (so far), and Dune was thankful for that. His visit to the new pack's borders had been brief (and probably uneventful). Now, he was heading back toward home, where he would report his findings to Charon and Amekaze, should they wish to hear them. He was eager to get back and rest for a change. Although he enjoyed occasionally wandering off, he would never intend to stay too terribly long.

That stupid chuckling owl had not left him, but Dune had more or less gotten used to the noise and constant badgering. For some reason, he couldn't seem to catch it. The dumb bird was in good health, which probably accounted for a lot of it. Being able to fly made it a worthy adversary, too. It showed no signs of ever letting up on its dumb game, so Dune figured ignoring it was now the best course of action.

He trotted swiftly through the easily traversable land, occasionally looking upon the mountain where he lived and daydreaming about being back home.