Kintla Flatlands The fall of the dream machine

I'm just gonna leave this here... ;)

He had been doing well making sure to basically stick close to where he and his brother had set up camp upon first coming to these areas but the young male found himself beginning to grow really bored and wanted to explore. Thus far, they hadn’t really done much of anything but check out the areas around where they had set up camp. Hamied, being young, found himself wanting to explore more, see more, and maybe meet some others along the way. He knew the possible risks of running into the wrong wolves, but being small made him swift, light on his feet, and able to run away at any given moment. It was with that thought in his mind that he let his brother know that he was going to go exploring and dashed away before his older brother could talk him out of it. He didn’t know where he was going, but that didn’t matter a whole lot. Hamied did, however, make sure that he would be able to find his way back by taking note of different landmarks, as well as peeing in different places here and there. Yep, he would be able to easily find his way back to his big brother! Bounding along, he went further and further away from where he’d been staying. His tail wagged happily behind him as he went, not really having any care in the world. He was a happy boy most of the time, especially since his other siblings were no longer around to pick on him without mercy. Sure, he missed his parents quite a bit, but leaving with his older brother was opening up a whole new world to the young male. He would be able to thrive and grow instead of remaining a momma’s boy for the rest of his life. Movement caught his attention and he began to follow that movement. His nose told him it was food. Following it, he finally caught sight of it. It was a fat raccoon. Hamied had never hunted a raccoon before and the thing looked like it was half his size. But his stomach growled a little and that was what kept him stalking the animal. The raccoon had a slight limp, moving fairly slowly. Hamied could smell the injury because it was getting an infection. Crouching down, the really small young male watched, waiting for the right moment, though he was a little nervous about trying to catch something that was as big as that raccoon was.