Stone Circle Healing Incantation

Today one rabbit less saw the sun set in the evening, because it's life had been ended by the hunter, who had happened to be nearby at the right place and time. Birk had pondered a little, how much of it to eat (probably all) and how much to bring back to the pack (nothing, maybe?) and eventually he had settled for the golden middle road. After all there was a good impression to make in Easthollow and what could be a better than a fresh contribution to the food stash. 

He was trotting through the forest, when he spotted a dark figure of a young wolf standing in the vicinity of the river. Since acquaintances he had made in here were just as many as toes on his hind foot, he decided that this was a good chance to shift that balance. With the remnants of the rabbit still in his jaws, he approached the packmate in a confident, yet friendly manner. Once within the distance of having a comfortable conversation and leaving enough private space for the other, Birk put his kill down and greeted the girl: "Good morning - who do I have the pleasure to meet?"