Stone Circle This is our story - our hope

The small ghost dipped his head and flopped his ears to show that he was interested, and to that Ezekiel let his tail sway. He was always up to do something active. Usually he preferred sparring, but he got the feeling this guy would rather do something else. So hunting it was. Ezekiel walked past his new companion, pausing to sniff at the freshly dug cache. It looked good enough, and could probably hold some more. He looked over his shoulder and jerked his head in the direction he planned on going, an invitation to follow him.

Ezekiel had smelled a rabbit warren near his den, but he hadn't checked it out yet. He decided maybe now would be a good time. He made his way towards his home, which was a simple dug out hole at the base of a hill. A large tree on top of the hill provided shade from the sun, and he'd filled his little crevice with lots of moss and stuff. It wasn't too big or fancy, but it was enough for him. When they made it there he trotted towards his den and nudged at a mound of moss, just indicating to his companion that this was where he slept.

He moved around the hill down towards a small patch of flowers, in the midst of them there was a hole and a thick rabbit scent. This was it alright. He turned back to the other hunter and said quietly, Show me how you would flush a rabbit from its warren.

the two males hunted the rabbits and managed to flush one out. The white wolf took it back to the cache and let Ezekiel go about his day.