Thunder Dome motion gives up on you in the end

though not particularly fond of the barren dome scenery, stigmata had become aware of its advantageous innards, and he ventured them when he could - perhaps interested to keep the underwoods clear in case diaspora needed the storm shelter. the downside to this place was that large prey did not venture here often; though it seemed eerily flush with predators. he picked up his nose as the scent of another wolf was carried to him on an incoming draft.

he stood still, peering through the shadows and straining his ears forward, until he could see the thin, bedraggled snarler, picking clean the carcass of some terribly paltry meal. for winter, stigmata was particularly well-fed, and he took great pity on the earthy sub-adult who looked as if he hadn't had a full belly his entire life.

the smokewraith chuffed, beckoning the wolf's attention and impatient to discover the boy's temperament.