Tight and lean muscle propelled his thin legs. He often imagined them larger, heavy bulk that could power him for hours and hours and for miles and miles. His stamina was well built, but still if they were stronger, he could run longer. But he could never improve the speed the light boned male possessed. Still speed could always be sacrificed for strength. In a fight, speed was a secondary feature. Power was number one, it would always be.
The golden-eyed boy used his speed to travel the large distances better then any body builder could. The miles melted under his paws, his heart beating evenly and his breath calm. The landscape was ever changing. Eyes took in the minor differences, while his nose searched for a rumor. His source was a pup, some spoiled kid from a pack that most likely pampered him and his cute sisters. But Heath figured it was worth investigating. Parting from his brother, the tawny male had pointed his nose north and search for the only thing that might distinguish this clan from all the others. He had gotten close to a few, but they were distinctly wolf dominated. And Heath was looking from something else.
The sun sat low in the gloom filled sky, its haze covered by a thin film of pending rain showers. He hoped the storm would hold, not interested in traveling through unknown lands while sopping wet. Black soot paw stepped forward, and his pace slowed as the scent lingered in the heavy cool air. Nose to the wind he examined what he had been searching for. The male knew better, but instead of heading the fragrant warning he continued. The land was flat but rocky beneath him, growing treacherous as he got ever closer.
Honey hued orbs glanced ahead, and dark silhouettes stood before him. The posted faces couldn’t be made out until tentative steps were made forward. A stench still lingered around them, and through the dark heavy air the male found the heads that sat unhappily on the thick posts. Hesitant strides made wide berths around the decapitated wolf parts, getting only a few steps before stopping to turn and glance behind him. The figures still stood, with stakes where a spine should be and Heath drew his tongue across his nose uneasily.
Where they fuck was he?