Honeyed Pasture d r i f

Gunnar was farther into the bay today. Looking for some more gardens. The amount of gardens his mother and Nerian had, was getting a bit exhaustive, though some of it, may have simply been wild's that had grown from the garden seeds being blown all about willy nilly. 

Though he couldn't ask for better weather. The breeze stirred the grasses and the sky was blue as blue could be. Gunnar froze as he heard a small sound, but lifting his head, he couldn't pin point it. There was a sell of wolves, near, and milk and pups, but it wasn't as strong as he thought it should be were there little ones and mothers about.

He saw nothing, and it was then with surprise he saw a eagle diving from the sky. He looked towards it's aim of direction and his heart dropped to his toes, what at first look he thought was a hare, he then saw the tiny ears and with a howl of fury, he dove towards the eagle and the pup. Paws tearing up the ground, unsure if he could get there in time, but hoping above hope that he could.