Sometimes All It Takes is a Spark

Tornach trotted through the sere grasses, gaze fixed on the herd of giant horned creatures that were grazing on them. He'd never seen such beasts as these. One could probably feed a pack for a week, at least. And with such ungainly bodies, surely they couldn't jump over obstacles like a deer to escape. Though with those horns and those hooves they could likely easily hold their own against a wolf anyway... he slowed and crept closer, considering the possibilities. Could there be some way of keeping such fearsome creatures enclosed, so they would always be available instead of migrating away or hiding? He stopped his forward motion when the herd became restless and dropped to his belly at the base of a hill to watch them, his tail wagging slowly behind him. He was unaware that he was laying at the bottom of the knoll that had already been claimed as a vantage point - though the falcon who hovered high overhead had indeed spotted the drowsing wolf and called a piercing warning to her distant friend that, unfortunately, went unheeded.