Morningside Cuesta The nocturnal vault of the heavens.

The circle of life went on. Like most of his kin, Bee was scrounging around for a scrap of food he could gnaw in between his teeth until his next meal. Maybe it was his size that had him eating more than most, but there was the quaint theory that perhaps his stomach emptied into a bottomless void crying out to be filled. There was no doubt the nagging in his belly fueled most of his movements over the cuesta, his nose sweeping against the ground and sucking up information from the dirt like a revving Hoover.

The info he gathered made him aware that prey did frequent the area, perhaps to graze, but it didn’t seem as if any trail he followed was very fresh and promising. With a defeated huff of air he paused, squinting towards the horizon to visually scope out his surroundings. An auspicious little blip against the skyline drew his attention, and with renewed interest he prowled towards it, only to see it emerge as another wolf.

Shoulders even and head lowered he aimed to close the gap between them. Steadily though; didn’t need to come off too strong. “You a local?” He barked out when the stretch became thin enough to do so.