Silver Moraine XVII

from time to time as they traveled, augur brushed himself against her. it was good to lope at her side with the taiga spreading all around them. he felt the wild contentment of a feral creature.

augur growled and took off into a run. there was a band of elk and the great grey wolf ran directly at them. he was not hunting; he only wanted the adrenaline of scattering their numbers, of dodging the antlers lowered his direction, of the vibration from their hooves when they raced away, heads tilted back to carry their great weight.

he barked. he whirled.

he came back panting to her side and pointed with his nose to their large bodies and rich flanks. the land was good. and he was already considering that he must hunt more and more for both the pups which were here and those who might be.