Fluffbutt & Wolf Thing

Small paws streaked across the ground, bushy tail streaming behind him as he ran. He'd done it. He'd sabotaged his father's major plan but it wasn't enough to stop him. Now they were hunting for his head, but he knew exactly where to go. After three years of planning, he didn't think anything could go wrong. But it had, and now he there was a bounty on his head. But would they follow him here? He had made sure that his trail would be hard to track, and among the kind that lived in these lands, even harder for sure. But the question was, did he still live here?

Leaping across a stream and weaving his way through the rocks, the lad would end his trail among the cover of some bushes, his small body crouched as he panted to catch his breath. Tasting the air, the scent of a pack reached him, but he couldn't remember if it was the same one or not...hopefully, nothing had happened and he was still here. But just in case he was wrong, he sat and waited to see who came along. In the meantime, he used the opportunity to escape the summer heat and catch his breath.