[center][h2]Kinow[/h2][/center]
It wasn't often Kinow rose early. But the few times he did, he couldn't help but marvel at how different the world seemed. The rays of the newly awoken sun slowly seeped past the canopy. Fallen leaves crunched and crinkled as the tiny paws of squirrels and mice scurried across. From somewhere, the last cricket song died away, replaced by the deep calls of frogs and the twittering of delighted songbirds.

The red wolf raised his head to the air, inhaling deeply. Familiar smells danced across his nose. The sharp metallic tang of dirt, the earthy smell of fallen branches, the perfume of blooming plants. And there, amongst it all, delicious traces of game amongst the undergrowth. With a confident curl in his mouth, Kinow took off towards the direction. Deer. Perfect. Big parties were usually needed to take down a stag, but this one smelled small. A doe or dawn. Something easy and quick.

He sniffed the air once more, his pace faltering ever so slightly. The scent was there still, but it was followed by something else. Something...unfamiliar. A small growl rumbled in his throat. With a quick burst of speed, Kinow followed his nose towards the scent.