Dawnlark Plains And laugh while you're bleeding

This place was great for hunting rabbits, but that was pretty much all that Vagar used the area for. The rest of it held little interest to him. It was horribly drab and a bore to walk through. No interesting plants or bodies of water, usually no other wolves in the area... which really wasn't an awful thing. The loner stretched out his legs with a few slow steps before gracefully falling into a gallop. 

Rabbit is what it was going to be today then... again. The man was coming to find that he needed something more than just rabbits, though. Taking his size and activity level into consideration, as soon as Vagar would catch any sort of small prey, he would be hungry less than a few hours later.

Thoughts of hunger didn't last long as something more interesting caught his eye. In the distance, what seemed to be a young wolf came into view. Their body seemed lithe and slightly gangly, as one looks coming out of their puppy phase. Vagar stopped in his tracks, unwilling to give off the wrong impression in case him advancing toward the dark figure could be taken as aggressive... but he also didn't want to be the one to run away. Curiosity held him there and dragged his head to tilt to the side. He would wait for the other to decide if they would interact or go on their separate ways.