Just a quiet night?

Naiche rested near the base of a willow tree, his head in between his front paws.  The wheat colored wolf’s eyes roamed the night sky, or at least the clouds which covered the sky from his view.  There would be no stars to cast their light on him tonight and there was a scent on the air which hinted rain.  The willow tree’s did an excellent job of casting shadows everywhere, a pleasant breeze drifted through the tree’s, settling the branches and shadows of branches dancing along the landscape.

Naiche glanced towards a small running stream closest to him, where the remains of his meal had come from this afternoon.  There wasn’t much left to speak of from the duck. A bunch of feathers in a pile, a breast bone and a skull that had been cracked into were all the remained.  It had satiated his hunger but certainly he’d enjoy more. Naiche would love to think it had been great hunting skills that had earned him his meal, but in truth it had been one duck stupid enough to not pay enough attention to his surroundings until his chance of fleeing was gone.

After a few more moments of just watching his dead-duck remains naiche stood up, shook out his coat and went to get a drink from one of the many streams.   The young wolf was tired from both traveling and hunting.  It had taken more than one attempt to get a stupid duck.  Apparently some ducks were either smarter or just not as unlucky as the pile of feathers had been.  The soft sound of the night insects and a few distant bird calls seemed to be the concert he would listen to this evening.