Lost Creek Hollow hunting for the little one

He'd just caught the fresh trail of a rabbit when the sound of Grezig's howl caught his attention, and he regrouped with her. She said she caught something, but it took him a moment to see it. Ah... a vole. Well, it was better than nothing, and he appreciated her honesty. She could've easily gobbled it up, and he'd have been none the wiser. Instead, he was the one to take the morsel into his jaws, crushing its body with a few chews before gulping it down. Corvus wasn't one to hand out "thank you"s, but he did give a dip of his head. Holding up his end of the deal would mean more, anyway.

There's a rabbit with your name on it this way, He said with a smirk before turning back the way he came, nose lowering to the ground once more. Corvus found the trail again, and the rabbit soon came into view. Silently, he slowed to a stalk, fiery eyes wide and focused on his quarry. Once he got as close as he felt possible, he broke into a sprint. Its small, quick body was difficult to keep track of but he managed, locking his deadly jaws around its spine to break it. Then, he carried the prize to Grezig and dropped it at her feet, looking pleased with himself.

A rabbit was merely a snack for a wolf, and a vole was even less. Corvus expected them to keep searching, but he didn't mind having a shoulder to lean on out here. Shall we keep searching? He asked after she presumably began to dig in or do whatever she intended to with it.