It's a wonderful life

Rudy had never seen the island before and that had made it all the more important that Fern and he explore it.  The swim had taken time with the two wolves having to stop at one little island to another before they managed to get to this large island.  The island was a strange place of palm trees, vibrant colored birds, and caves housing numerous bats.  Unusual prey was an enticing bit of sport for two hunters.

Tired from the swimming though, the first matter at hand would be finding one of the many caves to take a nap in.  Rudy eyed the bats that resided in the cave but they showed little interest in the wolves and that was good enough for Rudy.  There was no scent of any predator, at least nothing Rudyard recognized.

They had slept, at least Rudyard had slept, until late morning.  Once energy was returned it would be time to explore the landscape.   “These birds look amazing,” Rudyard mentioned at the vibrant blue, red, yellow, and other flashy colored birds in the trees, “but they sure are loud.” Birds on the mainland might chirp or kaw and a variety of other sounds but few made the raucous sounds as some of the larger birds here.

Walking further down to the beach Rudy saw a thing he couldn’t define.  It had a beak and what was either wings or fins where wings would go.  It waddled on two awkward-looking legs and showed little interest in the wolves.  The rockhopper penguins didn’t see many wolves nor were they worried about being close enough to the waves to escape fast if needed.  Did they taste good?  Would it even be fun to hunt them?

In the end, they had moved on and found some Sitka deer munching in the grass.  Dinner time.

"Rudyard"