Bah

Chaos rolled in the new spring grass growing up through the browned dead stalks of last year's growth, scratching his itchy spring-shedding back on those old grasses. He'd been been itching mentally as well, impatient to get the pack back to where they belonged. Sure it was good to get the younger wolves - not pups anymore - out to see the world as a group before they went off into it on their own, but he wanted his lands back. He needed to send another scout party off to see what the volcano was up to now. Maybe Valdis would be willing to lead it for him, since he was wary about leaving the pack for long without a real established territory. There was good hunting in this one, but they were here only temporarily and would be moving along soon - after his scouts returned with news. He'd decide where to go from here based on that.

Sighing, he stopped his scratching and sprawled there on his back, staring moodily up into the ash-gray sky.