Grouse Thicket Of Pale Morning's Light...

@Ulrich 

The pawsteps of a dark grey and white wolf were silent in the dappled light of late morning through the canopies of what he thought were somewhat young trees. His nose rested close to the ground as he wandered, long legs trotting with purpose under their shade. It was not quite the sight the wolf had pictured, but it would do, at least for a meal or two. What Hviske would do after that needed thought of - perhaps heading north or south and finding food there.

He did know that wolves smelled present in the area, so the young one decided that it would be best if he ate his fill and moved on... however, finding food was another matter that gave a hint of annoyance to his heart. The trail he had been following ran cold suddenly, leaving him frighteningly unsure of what to do next. A thought that gripped his belly ever so gently - plans were important and were meant to be followed.

Hviske's paws trotted from one tree to the next, searching for his lost trail or perhaps a new one, luck permitting. However, something stuck with him, as if he were sensing on the tips of his mind that he couldn't quite place.