The scent of vole reached his slightly parted mouth as he breathed in the scents around him. The vole then went to his nose, sniffing out the scent, listening as the volant leaves swayed from side to side on the sturdy branches above. The crystal clear skies above made everything peaceful. He saw the vole in the corner of his eyes. Stalking it carefully with precision until the final second. Leaping to land on the vole a thud and a crack as his paws landed on the voles neck, killing it swiftly and painlessly. Sitting down to eat, all was peaceful, so he could let his mind wander as he ate. It was a good time. It was peaceful.
He noticed the faintest smell of a river up ahead. A river meant water, which meant a water source and prey. Maybe Jessie would be here? One could only hope to find they're best friend again. It was his life's dream. If he did, all would be good. If he did, he would have accomplished his goal to find her. He'd looked for so long, could it be he'd finally found her? He could hope. The last thing he noticed, was the scent of a pack. So he sniffed out the borders, standing at the edge to see if a wolf would come along.