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Revolver's ears flew back at the sound of her hunger. Instantly, he felt on-edge. Some of their worst fights happened when one of them was hungry, and it seemed like they were both in that zone.

"No," he said gruffly, standing and shaking the dust from his pelt. He avoided Jubilee's gaze, thinking of the rabbit he'd failed to steal from that little shewolf a few hours ago. If he'd known how quickly he'd find Jubilee again, he'd've put up more of a fight for it. Now, though, he had nothing to show for his time away. "What about you? Have you eaten since we took that doe from the buzzards?"

It'd only been a few hours before the were separated, but it felt like an eternity. There hadn't been much left on that carcass, anyway.

"We're gonna have to find something pretty soon. Did you pick up any trails? Maybe we could find a pack again..." His eyes darted toward her and then quickly away. They'd been together for some time, now, but he still felt self-conscious when he suggested thievery. It had been something of a taboo back home, but she seemed nonchalant enough about it.