The wolf's large paws carried him at a swift trot over the sparse grass that managed to grow out from the dry ground, making the most of the little water that was available beneath the cracked mus that made up the suface of the plains. The air was scorching beneath the high risen, hot midday sun, no respite gained from the shadows of the scrawny, stunted trees - if shadows they could be called.

Not that Prime appreciated this terrain, a sneer set resolutely on his face - though whether this was sheer derision or a combination of contempt and a grimace of pain was unclear. His wounds troubled him greatly: a limp apparent on his left front paw, his sides heavily bloodied and deep scrapes dragged across his whole frame - two much deeper than the rest in a lightning bolt T across the bridge of his muzzle. Blood dripped through his thick ivory teeth, his own intermingled with that of the scavenged rabbit that took the edge off of his hunger.

He reached the edge of the trees, his pace slowed considerably, a cautious tint aquired in his demenour as his mismatched eyes roved across the sudden wall of trees that stood infront of him. Green and blue scoured everything before him for hints of movement and betrayal of hidden creatures, black nose twitching as new scents grew stronger. There were wolves here, and recently - their scent had danced along on the wind across the plains but was simply a lingering aroma, here the smell was pungent and fresh.

The wolf proceeded at a walk, his mind wandering to his wounds causing fresh stings of pain to spread like lightning throughout his whole body. A grimace and a defiant swish of his tail dismissed the pain back to the recesses of his mind, right now he was focused on finding what he neeeded.

Prime's ears perked up as a tangible scent passed by his nose, a female he had previously not noticed - the wind had obviously changed direction, blowing from behind him now. He turned and gazed back over his shoulder, a lone figure sitting some way off, blurred by the heat haze that enveloped the open plains.

Another jolt of pain shot through him, jaws clenched tight against it, as the angle he was twisted at tugged at his wounds and reopened a few smaller ones on the side of his neck, flesh blood seeping down with gravity and staining his white neck fur. He turned then, attempting to allieviate himself but not loose sight of the female - though she was only thus, he was in no state to sustain himself in combat at present.

Perhaps she was of the pack that inhabited the wooded area, perhaps she would afford him entry into it... his mind ticked over the many possibilities, settling on the conclusion that as long as he presented himself strong and with confidence he was at little risk from attack (failing that he would go for the sympathy vote) and if he was attacked an unable to defend himself against this female then he did not deserve his life...

Trying to master his limp as best he could he started back in her direction, resolute expression on his face. 'Lo!' he called out to her, 'Be you of the pack that dwells amongst yon trees?' He asked in his usual short and direct manner, saying only what needed to be voiced before awaiting a reply.