The trance that Altair was in suddenly stopped and now he was trotting towards the hunting area, thinking about the year's mating season. With the year's mating season there was also the time for the challenges he would have to face from other males for Alpha Rank, which also took place during mating season. Would he survive this year? Would a wolf possibly die? Last year he had almost died, if it wasn't for his mother who still had a bit of her healing abilities left from being the former oracle.
Giving a shudder, he left a brisk wind run through his dark pelt but he ignored it. The spring was so called so far and the trees buds hadn't yet popped from their wintry graves... It was eerie to him, as he was worried that it was involving to prophecy... But that wouldn't make any sense, would it?
Stop it Altair, you're sounding like a little pup clinging to a story their mother just told them, he thought to himself with a growl. He erased the thought of the prophecy and sat quietly in the shadows of the hunting ground, needing to hunt for his mother.