Swiftcurrent Creek sweeper

!!!! I was hoping we'd get a Pukei stopping in here.

A graceful "fthuck ‘ou!" rang out across the creek—disturbing a pair of birds that took to instant flight with a disgruntled squawk. Feathers rained down from above him, and his ears flattened—bristling at the jump scare he had basically received.

With a start, the ebony wolf was quick to spring forward, about to intercept whatever cautionary tale was playing just outside his borders when a rabbit bolted before him in a panic, only beginning to steer away from him when it noticed him. Unwilling to resist fate, his own course adjusted, jaws snapping down, a clean kill, spare for the last spin the creature gave, rabbit kicking him in the jaw.

He grunted, scooping up his catch and moving quickly to his borders—pale eyes tracing over the one he assumed hollered so colorfully before.

Unceremoniously, he dropped the rabbit to the ground, gaze tracing over the she-wolf before falling upon a pouting yet bloody lip. “Does it help to know this will feed a pregnant she-wolf?”