Deepwood Weald we can't all sing in our cages

"H-rhla, hrha - phewwww!" Birk gave up the effort to talk with his mouth full and therefore spat the rabbit head out. It made a nice little arc in it's flight and landed not far from the other wolf's feet. The man furrowed his brow, while looking at it's location, wondering, if he should grab it back or leave it there, and then deciding that - whatever - he had had his fill. Let the other have that head, if she was hungry. 

"I will try again, okay?" the white wolf asked with wagging tail. "Hey! Great to meet you - may I know your name?"