Ocean's Breath Plateau nosebleed? ew.

The other wolf seemed more than happy to follow along, so Clock eagerly lead the way through the tall grass and to a cluster of trees. She seemed friendly enough, and for the first time in a long time, Clock allowed himself to think about what it would be like to be in a real pack. He wouldn't have to wander alone anymore, or catch food on his own. It was a hopeful, exhilarating feeling and he wagged his tail for a moment in spite of himself.

When they got to the cluster of trees, Clock crouched behind a particularly dense bush and positioned himself so he had a good view of a clearing where birds might land to scavenge for seeds. He made sure there would be room for Domi to crouch beside him, although for all of her blundering Clock wondered faintly if the extent of her hunting training had been to cover her eyes with a paw and say "you can't see me". Had they been seasoned hunters, which Clock certainly was not (although he did well for himself), they would have silently fanned out so they could pounce from opposite sides at the same time. But for now, Clock stayed put with his attention focused on the clearing. He could smell some birds nearby and hoped they would land soon.