texas in july

Jensen paused, glancing suspiciously over his shoulder. The place was desolate save for a scattered flock of geese calling to one another frantically, breaking into smaller groups and eventually lining back up in their trademark V. His mismatched eyes trailed the flock until they disappeared out of sight beyond the treeline, leaving only their obnoxious squawking behind; good riddance, he thought. They were annoying animals with a vicious peck, highly territorial and frankly, rude. The wolf sighed softly and turned back towards his task at hand: scouting his new home. It was a small pack, he had been told, one that was only established a few days prior to his arrival. No matter, the smaller the better, he thought. He would be able to get a good feel for the pack this way, establishing a bond with the founding members and hopefully paving a future for himself. Hopefully.

The large male trotted lazily along the woods, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. It would have done him some good to stop and take a rest, but he charged on eagerly without much consideration for his well being. Everything was still so new, so exciting.. he could sleep when he was dead.