Spotted Eagle Mountain changing winds

Anslem had sought high ground earlier that morning. At noon’s summit the heat became oppressive — Anselm sought respite under a rocky outcropping. 

Here he could watch the world go by and conserve some of his energy. For a while he studied the birds and listened to the drone of insects — but it was a small speck in the distance that drew his eye. 

It threaded through patches of greenery at a steady clip. As it drew closer Anselm recognized its form as canine; he kept his attention turned to them, wondering what hastened them but too lazy to investigate himself.