Wild Berry Meadow Spring time!

Crius paced his way through the meadow, birds chirping, insects buzzing, his favorite time of year was rapidly approaching, SPRING TIME!. He loved Spring back home in Wyoming, the hot days, the beating sun, and the color shift the land would take on, it'd be a lie if he said he didn't miss the Wyoming wilds. Though he missed his home had no time to be homesick, he still had far too much to do in this new territory. 

The titanic wolf needed to find food, a shelter to make his own, and he needed to figure out what sort of game roamed the area so he could have a consistent source of prey. 

Crius stopped his pacing and sat down in the middle of the meadow; he took in a breath of that warming spring air that he enjoyed so, and laid down for a spell just to sunbathe a bit, and then he would continue his mission.