The hot air billowed out in front of his face with every breath, his sides heaving as his body recovered from the sprint, tongue hanging free in the cool, crisp morning air. Stood still and quiet save for his heavy panting, Tomen stared at the trees ahead, enjoying the feeling of warmth in his legs and joints, how fluid his body was in that moment, how the pounding of his heart could be heard in his ears and felt in his toes.
He'd stopped right where the pack's borders were, some unseen force holding him from crossing back into the territory, some urge keeping him in the neutral zone. For a moment he considered turning around, maybe seeing how quickly he could make it to the Bluffs, how fast he could race to their top. Glancing up, peering at the sky visible through the trees, he tried to determine roughly where the sun was in the sky. Had he been faster than yesterday? The damnable cedarwoods were so thick that he could hardly make it out, shining bright somewhere in the highest point in the sky, and he huffed in private frustration, accepting that he would not know for certain.
Shaking out a forming cramp in his hindleg, Tomen allowed himself a few more moments to simply watch the trees, listen to the forest, to enjoy the sensation of his heartbeat before he had to make any more immediate decisions.