Overture Downs Alone under a thousand souls

A clear sky revealed a brilliant, starlit sky to the rugged male. Sorin had come northwest after his experience with the other wolf. Now, he trotted across another wide plain, on the trail of a pheasant. He had tracked the bird for a few hundred yards, not pursuing it too intensely so it didn't fly. Now, he slowly stalked forward, carefully placing his paws to be as quiet as possible. Now, he saw the long tail feathers of the bird, squatting amongst the thick grasses. Sorin shifted his weight to his back legs before leaping forward, his trajectory taking him slightly above the bird. As he expected, the pheasant flushed as soon as he leapt, flying right into his waiting fangs. Sorin dragged the bird back to earth, dispatching it with a quick snap of the birds neck.

He began tearing into the bird, spitting out feathers as he got into the meat. He sighed in contentment, feeling at ease for the first time in a few weeks. The rugged male lay down in the tall grass, gazing at the stars. They had always been a source of comfort for him, an anchor to reality to keep him sane when things got rough. He sighed again, before turning back to his meal. However, Sorin stayed alert to the world around him, in case anyone tried to sneak up on him.