Kildeer Rest After that, I need a meal.

to some, the life of a loner is harsh and undesirable, but not for zeus sure, traveling aimlessly and going hungry for days on end wasn’t all that great, but not being shackled down by his former pack felt marvelous.  being your own boss, doing whatever you please with no authority breathing down your neck, that’s life. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

the scent of nearby prey was enough to rise the king from his slumber that morning. by the smell, it wasn’t anything big but still something worthwhile. he dropped down low and followed the trail until he spotted a rabbit. that and something, someone, else. another wolf, probably out to snatch his food. zeus couldn’t see anyone, but his suspicion was confirmed once the rabbit got spooked and darted in the other direction.

the king shot up up scanned the field with irritation. his eyes locked onto a tawny pelt and growled. “that was mine.”