Perfect view

Thorn had never been to the knolls before and he’d already realized one of the most important details; it was a beautiful place.  The green hills were vibrant with life and from his hill, he could see down to where a large number of buffalo were grazing.  They could surely smell him but other than one occasionally lazily glancing at him the lot of them didn’t seem interested.  Thorn was a giant wolf but they were many and apparently in their mind, at least at this distance, he was no risk.

Thorn soaked in the sun warm on his back, looking around.  The grass was vibrant and dense.  There were trees here but they were scrawny things.  Thorn walked along the scenery but slowly, pausing to sniff here and look there.  

"Thorn Carpathius"