Little Maraca all grown up

Walk | Talk | Think

Eirik could not remember what had possessed him to come out this way on a day like this. He should have known better, honestly. Back home, inside the pack lands of Secretua, he had barely had enough energy to do his daily work let alone anything else that he might have deemed fun. The heat was unbearable at times, stuffy enough to the point that half the time he just wanted to hide away in the Gulley, under the shade, or even inside of his den where the earth at least felt a little cool before his body heated it up. And for some reason he had thought it a good idea to travel far from home, into the east, on one of those hot summer days.

His tongue lolled from his mouth as he walked, panting to try and keep himself cool. It felt like a useless effort. He felt hot and uncomfortable and was sorely tempted already to turn right back around and go home. In fact, he nearly did, until he caught the scent. His black paws slowed their pace as he sniffed a little more directly at the air, trying to place just what it was that was out of place to identify it. It smelled like no wolf that he knew, and he could not place it with anything else that he knew. Was it familiar, or was he making that part up?

Curious, he set himself to following it around the willows, trying to find whoever made it as a means of distracting him from his discomfort.