Never a Dall day

He could feel a strange turn in the air here. The ground held an otherworldly energy in his paws. As if the earth was growling beneath him. He felt the intensity of summer's heat magnify as he drew nearer. It excited him, what was this danger his body could sense before he knew it? It was screaming Danger! Danger! He pressed on.

A scent traveled over the hot winds, around the superheated crack in the earth. A scent that had started to draw water to his mouth only for it to dry up before it could collect in his mouth. Prey and a worthy hunting comrade, Flare.

Who was following who now? He saw Flare stalking an innocent little creature up ahead. A tasty one. A dall sheep and her lamb. He decided to play a little contest this time.

Ultyr slunk forward at a quick pace, pulling his body over the grass like a snake. A mere three steps ahead of Flare on an interception. He waited another moment then sidled on up beside the male.
"See who gets to the mother first, loser gets the lamb." He whispered then took off to chase after the mother sheep.