Spring had come to the prairie in force. The bright green of the fresh grass, the tiny flowers scattered around creating a bright, cheerful blanket over the land. But one visitor didn't appreciate the beauty of the flowers, or feel the relief that the new warmth in the breeze incited. He mentally cataloged the flowers as useful or not, he took note of the wind only to scent for prey and to take notice of the possibility of any disruptive weather.
Shay had purpose here, and with no one around he felt no need to fake emotions. So he simply moved through the grass, the same strangely blank expression on his gray face, silver eyes gleaming in the sunlight. He was here simply to fill his empty stomach, and since the prairie teemed with young life it seemed the most reasonable place to find it.
A rustle in the grass nearby signaled the movements of a mouse, and Shay crept closer. Intent on his actions, but feeling no anticipation, no bloodlust, he pounced. A squeak, a quick bite to dispatch the creature, and the rodent disappeared down his throat in a moment. The gray wolf continued on his way, hunger not satisfied by the meager morsel. He would need something a bit larger than the mouse.
