Meadowlark Prairie Formido

Thinking of how hungry he is, Deimos pushes for the prairies hoping for a meal. It's early morning, and the sun is still hidden behind the distant peaks. He knows midmorning is not ideal hunting time, but he's overslept.

Last night Antares had been difficult to track between misty cloud cover. Deimos is worried; he's gone significantly off track in recent weeks, and should be much more south by now. He keeps these thoughts at bay as he searches for an easy meal, his eyes and ears pricked in case a wolf comes his way.