Hoshor Plains A hunting we will go

With his attention turned towards her, she watched him closely, her eyes scanning him for any sign of aggression. After he chuffed, she stood taller, her face now full of curiosity for this stranger. Her wariness of wolves was still there, but his walk towards her held no ill will.

An openness about him calmed her cautious spirit. Relaxing a little more as he stopped in front of her, his words calmed her more. 

As if on cue, her stomach rumbled again, a sharp pain passing through her abdomen. Her ears flicked forward as her tail wagged, her stance now completely relaxed. She smiled almost sheepishly at her stomach, her eyes flickering over the herd, easily finding the doe. He was right. Her mouth salivated as she watched the doe limp slightly as it foraged on the sparse grass. Anticipation of the meal energized her as she turned back to this stranger. A glint came into her eyes as she grinned. Her tail swished in excitement as she spoke, her voice matching his, a touch of the anticipation mixing in with appreciation. "I would very much appreciate that. My last meal was scarcely even a morsel. Since you saw her first, I will follow your lead." Tilting her head slightly, she waited for his answer. 

The wolf had been the first one she had seen in more than three weeks. Lonely nights had followed, the pang of being alone once again striking her sharper after the temporary companion said their farewell. Pushing the thought away, her muscles tensed, this time in preparation of the hunt...however small it was.