Honeyed Pasture kitchen fork

Though violet laps up the late orange in the skies, life still stirred within the golden field.

A herd of caribou, full from midday grazing, but not granted a secure night's rest. A wolf's presence keeps them ever alert, his gaze spotted from the edge of the treeline. 

And though the smell caused an empty belly to rumble, his gaze is far gone elsewhere. Lost in thought.