Permafrost Hollows Fight or flight

Night was the worst time for Steele, his mind was running a million miles an hour as he was trying to get some shut eye. It was sunset when he was laying his head down and shutting his eyes, for a moment it seemed hopeful but then his eyes opened once again red and tired. With a sigh he decided it would be better to be wore out traveling than it would be to just lay around and watch insects run around on the ground. 

The wondering around was getting a bit old but meeting new wolves was a good social outlook for him. The brute was walking when a fox flew by him, interested about it he continued on but with caution. If the fox was running surely it had a good reason to do so. As he came upon a fallen tree he seen that there was some kind of plant picked from the trunk. He dipped his head to lightly lay his nose on the ground and sniff, it smelled of another of his kind lightly but he could tell.

It was a risk for him to keep going as he wasn’t sure if it was a male or female by the scent. If this was truly what he wanted than he would go on. So he made that decision to go on and investigate. His gait turned into a tip-toe as the scent became stronger, this time he could tell it was female.