His morning walks were a normal thing by now. Usually, he was up before or with the sun and today it was the previous. Like usually he had given a soft woof to Little Crow before he took off. He was getting real antsy hanging around so close to the Rye Fields but he knew his partner wasn't stupid. Hell, if she was they'd both likely be dead right now. Luckily they were slowly making their way east it seemed. He didn't really like heading this way but it wasn't always his call. East was where that fat pack wolf had been. With his high and mighty personality and underlying meanings to his words (maybe Big Buzzard was looking too hard into it but oh).
Lost in thought he quickly looked around to make sure he hadn't gone too far. But he couldn't see anything around him. The fog had swallowed him whole it seemed. When he looked down at the ground below all he could see and feel was damp earth. At least he hadn't wandered into the wild rye pack's territory.
"Ah, shit." He huffed. This was bad. Real real bad. Little Crow likely wasn't gonna be happy with this either, Buzzard guessed.