Morningside Cuesta morning glory

frederick? what was he doing here? lestan was not displeased to see the snowy male, only confused as to why the newest creekwolf did not wish to remain in his chosen territory.
perhaps many visitors to the creek-borders had driven off the hunter as well. they both seemed solitary in their own ways. a parade of unknown faces; maybe they had this discomfort in common.
but, blast it all! he was flagging in his too-intense curiosity, and doubled upon a quicker step that drove the hare beyond the final cover and into a clearing of shorter grass.