Wapun Meadow salt

A chuff stirred him from his thought and the smoky creature turned sharply to face the creature who had summoned him. Immediately, the thief felt his limbs relax with a better sense of ease. The face and scent of the other were familiar, though he had never managed to get a name from the wolfdog. The tip of his tail twitched excitedly as he bowed his skull toward the cold earth and slunk toward her on outstretched and wiry limbs. The burning of his eyes sought her figure for a moment and he realized that she was with a litter; soon to be born, by the looks of it.
 
Tossing the vole so that it would land at her paws, the rawboned little halfling motioned with a bob of his skull to the kill. If she was feeding youth that was growing inside of her, she would surely need all the sustenance that she could get. Tadec felt that he was capable of catching another, should he find himself starved at a later time. With a shriveled smile, the half-coyote looked from the vole to her before urging her to, “eat?”