Broken Boulder Boulder Huntin'

rolling a 1d10 outside of wolf, evens are success and odds are failure
rolled a 2

 

Uhh... food, I hope. Alarian's distracted answer came as a mumble, head turned in the other direction as he caught a scent. He swept his tail against Korei briefly to get her attention, then crept towards the source-- a rabbit. When he thought he was close enough, the boy took off after it.

A sharp rock caught his paw and he stumbled, falling flat against the ground. His landing wasn't as rough as he had expected, though it knocked the breath out of him and for a moment he was stunned. Disappointment flooded him, but in the next moment he became distinctly aware of warmth under his chest. Something twitched under him a bit further down, near his belly, and he shrieked.
Ali was on his paws in an instant, barely noting the bite of cold against what he suddenly registered as wetness on his chest. Pale gold eyes fixed on the spot he had occupied just a moment ago; it was the rabbit. He had crashed into it, crushed its' head and neck with his fall. A quiet, relieved giggle escaped him. The boy looked to his chest, then, and began to furiously groom it when he realized it was blood from the rabbit. He was embarrassed now, and dared not look at Korei.