Iktome Plains the road of trials

the sunlight washed over the tall grass and bathed the terrain in a warm glow. softly, a breeze traveled through the territory. it swooped and lifted, carrying leaves alongside it for a brief moment before dying away and leaving them to flutter to the ground. anti watched with the softest curling of his dark lip. the wind met him and brushed against the russet fur of his chest before it passed through him and moved onward. the volgra turned his head to follow it, as though he could see where it was that it was traveling to. a quiet sigh fell from his lips and he moved through the grasses slowly.
 
the scent of prey was in the air. anti turned his head curiously before lowering himself to the ground in a hunter’s crouch. his lean frame was swift and powerful in its own right. when his gaze had latched onto the shape of a rodent, he began his pursuit. the hunt did not take long for him. after a few quick steps, anti had darted forward and sunk his dagger-like teeth into the tender flesh of his target’s back.