Redsand Canyon it's hell to where you go

in time he was joined by packmates; first, finch rose from the snowpack, quiet as she prowled towards him. then mahler - stony and apprising as he glanced over the herd for any stragglers. finally, takiyok closed their guard, sitting watch not so far across the prairie.

he hailed each of them with a flick of his tail and rose, moving in an elegant trot along the hardened snow. the ground gave way to plains and he was easily visible as he trailed the herd. they took note of him, swinging their broad heads towards him and lowing deep -- thorn skirted the fringes, hungrily eyeing each limb as he went by.

there were no stragglers; the pair he had seen earlier were thick in the herd, and indivisible. it would be a tremendous waste of energy to pursue hale creatures, and elk of all things could kill wolves easily in the hunt. his gaze flickered to mahler first, then finch and takiyok -- as if to quietly infer he did not believe a meal was possible.