spring peepers

Lykos didn't like buffalo. He'd already gotten the warning - don't mess with them, and now he understood why. they were big, they were scary, and they liked to chase. Lykos was panting, annoying clear on his face as he stumbled to the top of a knoll, limping. He had stepped on a rock on his way away from the buffalo and it hurt. Plus, he was tired. This was the fourth or fifth knoll he scurried up, and oh was he just done with everything. Upon reaching the top of the knoll, he flopped down, not even checking to see if there was another wolf; no, he didn't even care.