Razorback Ridge Winter at it's finest

The large wolf listened to her words, his golden orbs now fixing on her. He was quiet as he cogitated about whether to eat the hare or not. He hadn’t eaten for a while, which he was a bit hungry right now. However, he already made his decision. “You can have the whole meal. You need it more than I do.” He thought it would be better if the female consumed the half hare today and kept the other half for tomorrow. Besides, she lived here all alone, so she definitely needed to save her food for the next day. Not breaking his stare, he spoke again to the she-wolf. “It would be great if we could call each other our names. I’m Ace. What’s your name, young one?” He tilted his head to the side, his thick tail wrapping around his paws. His left ear twitched a bit as he could hear the sound of the wind that was coming from the entrance.