Swiftcurrent Creek Barb

The scent of Shardik along the borders at first made her suspect he might be trying to sneak out, unnoticed- until she realized that he'd been travelling along them, patrolling. That was all well and good enough. The more wolves who tracked along the borders, the more formidable they would seem to any wolves passing by, though having a wounded child patrolling might also give the wrong impression. 

She'd caught a hare, and was on her way to find him when she spotted him heading her way. She gave him a low growl of greeting, and heaved the rabbit toward him with a flick of her head. Not caring particularly where it landed (though her aim had been spot-on) she sat down, and began licking some of the blood from her ruff. She'd teach him- but she intended for him to recover, as well. Being fed was a part of that.