Shy Deer Steppes With Paws All Riddled In Sand

Far south from where he had made his new home was a land that reminded him of his birthplace. The land reddened and the grasses disappearing as the sand absorbed it. Small bushes took the place as the main form of vegetation. He felt comforted that a part of his homeland was here, immediately adapting back to the warm sands and bright sun. He lopes through the steppe, his gait calm and bouncy, simply enjoying the warmth in the chill of spring. 

He wasn't surprised to see that there was another wolf here; the land was still relatively cold and the sun was intense enough to warm a body, but gentle enough that it wasn't scorching. His eyes followed the wolf's gaze, seeing the antelope off in the distance. He chuffed, low enough that the deer would not hear, but hopefully enough that the wolf would know who he was. A hunt, then!