Hushed Willows Linger

hope you don't mind my popping in

Kunik padded through the pack's territory almost silently, dead squirrel hanging from her jaws. It had been a productive morning which put the brownish female in a good mood. She had patrolled for awhile, coming across none from her pack before taking off to hunt down her lunch. 

The shift of the wind stopped her as she cut across a willow grove, one paw stopping midair comically as she scented another in the grove with her. Recognizing the scent as Warbone's, she made her way over to him.

He looked rather vulnerable sleeping there, not quite as frightening as he made himself out to be. She was no fool, she saw beneath that stony exterior to know he must have his moments. There was a difference between being aloof and being cruel.

Kunik sniffed her Alpha before sitting down the squirrel and commenting quietly, "Ah, come on Warbone. Tell me ya ain't bit it yet." Her voice was quiet enough that it wouldn't outright wake him but she suspected a wolf like himself was a light sleeper.