Dawnlark Plains this isn't like swimming after you eat.

A jittery Grendel was wandering further north now, far past the tarns he'd begun in when searching for his former comrade. Alas, he was pretty certain of the fact he would never find him now, and had concerned himself more with exploring. Slender legs carried him over the ground in great strides as he hustled through the plains, but an odd sight stopped him from continuing. 

A wolf... Playing with an angry buck? Or was he just bored and relentlessly teasing it? Either way even to him it didn't seem like the wisest of things to do. But then again who was he to judge? He was pretty sure he'd done some downright stupid things before, even if he'd absolutely never admit it to anyone else. Ever. In his own defense, everything always seemed like a good idea at the time.

He opened his mouth to speak but clamped it shut before he could get a sound out. You know what? If they see him they see him, but he wanted to watch this little show.