A Summer's Eve

Like usual, He was bored. Padding across the rolling green hills, with no companion but his mind was a rather lonely existence, and he would be hard pressed to find something to do, Summer had returned, and it was about time he found something to do other than wandering the southern lands. Summer was here, and he figured he shouldn't waste the nice warm summer months.

The younger wolf carefully avoided the strange brown, horned creatures across the knolls, making sure not to stray across the path of one of the massive beasts. Shivering at the thought of being fired by one of them he began to make his way to the top of a nearby hill, wondering if he could pick up something from higher ground. Lazily strolling to the top of a rather large hill he sat on his hind legs, and noted the summer heat, making a mental note to find a source of water, maybe even a stream was nearby, hopefully not dried up.

Raising his nose in the air, and taking a quick whiff, noting he scents on the creatures, but their was something else and it excited him, Wolf. Scanning the surrounding hills, his deep blue eyes caught a trace of a black streak making it's way across the lush summer hills. Wary of the possibility that this wolf might kill him, the grey wolf began to follow, first at a distance, before finally closing in to about fifteen meters away from the stranger.