Two Rivers Isle Pebble Boy (Trade!)

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Pebble Boy, they called him. Though if Remy had been in their shoes rather than his own, he probably would've done the same. Since he'd been a pup himself, Remy always had his snout to the ground. It was the earth that interested him, the way that it sustained the beauty that was life. He adored every bit of it. 
With winter coming, however, the land slowly began to fade to gray and Remy knew that soon, all life would struggle through the season. Thus, he was spending time examining the earth for tracks - if he could, then he would stalk whatever prey was near and hopefully have something to contribute to the cache once he was finished.
In his mind, he knew that large game wasn't possible on his own, so he hoped that whoever crossed his path next would be in the mood for a chase.

Turning was the hardest part, Pyro was simply not that agile yet. The small thing he was chasing, however, was a master of escape, zig-zagging ahead of the awkward lordling as though it's life depended on it (let's be honest, Pyro wasn't such a big threat). One of those turns was the end of it: The thing ( that Pyro didn't yet know how to name) flung itself to the left when it found another wolf in it's way. It was larger than Pyro, probably an actual threat. But Pyro wasn't so quick and his paws failed to follow the motion, knotting on themselves and throwing Pyro to the ground right on his face.

Though the boy wasn't exactly what Remy was expecting, he was a pleasant surprise. His ears perked as the child and the mouse he was scuttling after came near and once Remy caught sight of the prey's escape, he lunged forward and bit at it, crushing it's tiny lungs. Once the mouse took its final breath, Remy dropped it at the boy's paws.
There ya go, he whispered, nudging the snack forward. This could prove to be a bit of fun as well -- a little bonding never hurt anybody. Remy assumed that he was the product of Malice and Burke, thus he took care to treat the Lordling accordingly.