Fox's Glade stags

Skwol's mouth pulled into a broad smile at unspoken the invitation to hunt. The white wolf would neither turn down the chance for more meat for them both nor the pleasure of good company. It had been a while since he had hunted with another. But first, he glanced to the goose at his paws and then back to Triva. He could not leave this good meat to the open and took a moment to cover the bird in snow. It was not a proper cache but it was hidden from the eyes of ravens and would suffice until they returned.

He strolled to Triva's shoulder then and let the male lead them off to hunt.