Swiftcurrent Creek Last Ride of the Day

The ebony wolf missed the perks of pack life, being a lone wolf again for a little while made Luka miss the smallest things. He longed to be able to patrol borders and have all his packmate's scents upon his coat. Every single wolf's smell collided into one large, daunting aroma. That smell lingered for miles even in places where the pack wolves hadn't been in a few days.

Jogging through the evening air the swarthy male let the wind flow through his pelt. It felt good to be virtually care free. The lean wolf had eaten a medium sized rabbit that he hunted after he woke. It was a quick meal but the rabbit had filled up him well.

Luka stopped his evening run at the womens' glade. The young wolf paused and dipped his head in the dark waters lapping up the cold water. Luka sat down upon the mossy rocks and rested his body. Looking out onto his new territory the male sat silently.