Panther Park there's a humming in the restless summer air

Their restless journey has sought him to find time to spend alone. Time to heal his aching muscles from their nonstop trek to the Redsand canyon. He drifts further from his group. He does this occasionally to find time to think, to contemplate and meditate on his fathers vision of the pack. How he led the Saints before coming to these odd lands. How his father would’ve wanted it.

So here he is, lost in the eternal fire of his thoughts. An infinite sea of embers quivering like the light of a candle in his mind. His massive body continues forth automatically, wandering pointlessly just as his mind is. He’s confident in his steps as usual, tail curled neatly on his hips, head and neck level with a strong, straight back. Muscles shift beneath his extravagant coat and his thick forearms are damp as the dew from the previous nights rain huh onto the blades of grass only to be deposited onto his fur.

He’s enraptured so much by his thoughts he almost doesn’t notice the long legged animals grazing just a hundred meters away from him. He stops suddenly, golden hues flicking to each one of them.
Then a bright splash of color in the drab  lighting of the morning sun reaches his eyes, noticing another wolf closer to him then the herd is. Tilting his head he realizes that they’re hunting, eyes going between the two spots of interest. He stays in place but clears his throat quiet enough as to not scare the deer. A smile bears on his maw and he begins creeping forth to crouch beside them, or at least near them.

Cool gold eyes meet the strangers own and he gestures to the animals ahead with a jerk of his muzzle in their direction. “Need some help with those?” He hums to her, voice low in a whisper but it still holds the attractive baritone his voice usually carries.