Flying Trout was on a cruise of the territory, sometimes venturing into areas that were not exactly bound to other wolves. He bounced along, sticking his nose into cracks between tree roots and sniffing some of the more interesting plants then continuing to trot around in this way he covered a lot of ground in spurts but also got the deep inspection of a steady walk.
He greatly enjoyed times like these, usually between big hunts with the pack it was a relaxing experience and he was engaging nature and learning many things. For instance that mushroom smelt rank that would be horrible to eat not that he liked mushrooms to begin with but when game was scarce and he had no luck with rodents or even fish in the streams then he ate mushrooms. Blegh.
