Meadowlark Prairie that the people would see me too as a poet

Naberius traveled north from the Serpent Lake, the place which he had come across after having traveled from the far south. He had been warned of the pack nearby and as he arched around through the open lands, had come to know that the pack claimed the peaks of the Mesa, standing out like a beacon among flatland all around. 

Naberius was no mountain wolf. Had no intention of finding home and comfort walking the winding paths, sleeping in its caverns or hunting of its cliffs. However he did so enjoy the lands around, where it served as a familial comfort to him. Even in the winter, these places were far more sustainable for happy and easy living then in his homeland. 

Even still, the mother provided, a fat and happy (though horribly lost) calf crossing his path and Naberius, as swift as can be, immediately gave chase.