Iktome Plains Slow down: Just be happy and nothing more

Up ahead, Dash heard the cry of pain and the thud of the stranger hitting the ground. Uh oh. Better check and make sure the guy was okay. Dash felt for them; not really one to pay attention to his surroundings, Dash had been there himself too many times to count. 

The stranger came into view. They were on the ground, licking at a paw. That didn't bode well. 

"Hey, you okay?" Dash asked, mirroring the ivory wolf's tail wag. He halted, knowing better than to approach an injured wolf, especially being a stranger and all. "It's not your ankle, is it? This field is full of all these damned holes.." One twisted ankle a year or so back had been enough to put Dash off of a lifetime of running recklessly through fields. He expected this young dude had just learned a similar lesson. 

It was yet another wonderful reason why Dash avoided work. Work could be so dangerous.