well! lestan had been hunting about for a meal which he might bring back to Kirain, and had gotten distracted with the dispatch of several chipmunks. so intent was the druid upon his meal, which he meant to pair with edible greenery, that he noted too late what a hot day it was.
tongue lolling, he eyed up at the sky in an annoyed way, filled his mouth with the small striped bodies, and went in search of water.
somehow the chipmunks grew heavy; he stopped off to bury them in a cache and loped on, ears tilting forward as he came across the trail of wolf there in the meadowflowers. beyond, the ribbon of blue which marked the nearest creek, but lestan paused for now, his head lifting.