Never a Dall day

Flare was making his way through the strange territory some way South from his pack's lands. Here, the grassy earth fell away to something that scented of heat and danger. That only added another step of challenge to his task. Both the danger of falling, and the struggle of finding the scent amongst that of the heat.

But he didn’t mind a challenge, and he took to the danger with ease. Trotting through the grass a fair distance to the strange crack in the land, catching the scent of something to eat. He let it guide him forward, following it to its source. It wasn’t far now, surely.

Medium Prey Hunt: Dall Sheep 1/3


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