Dry Grass

Dead grass crunches underneath your paws. In the excitement of the hunt, you've somehow become separated from the rest of the pack. Howling gets you nowhere, as you only hear your voice echoing back at you. You scan the surrounding area, hoping to catch a sign of movement, but see nothing. It's almost as if you're the only living thing out here. Your human mind might find that rather ironic, but, since you're a wolf at the moment, all that matters to you is that you find the others. Wolves don't do well on their own.