Porcupine Ridge Animal impulses

Envy had managed to catch a hare, her vicious drive making up for her lack of actual hunting skill; and rocky crevices left her prey far from the burrow it called home, all that much easier to trip up.

She found the familiar form of @Dreven, and came up behind him with her kill, dropping it in front of him and beaming with chagrin, scarlet decorating the whites of her muzzle and fading along her chest. What a spectacle she'd made of the mangled little beastie.

Y'get any cuts lately? Terrible gashes? Mortal injuries? She inquired with a playful twist, circling and invading his space, as per usual.

Dreven was trotting through the pack lands. Enjoying his own self solitude. A lift of his nose to the air, seconds before her scent hit him and then there she was. His tiny little wretch. Smelling like herself and him all mixed in. It was weird. He stared at her. They shared a den. She would have noticed had he a wound. But then again. He did not often stay long in bed. He was not a good sleeper. He would sleep when he was dead.

Blood and hare scent mixed in. And he lifted paws and head so she could look at him to her hearts content. He didn't even make a remark about their close proximity. Singular eye finding her.

None. I'm sorry. I know it's disappointing that i'm not an inch from death.

Yeah I know She sighs lightly, a forepaw kicking at the dirt in idle movement. She'd seen him leave in the early morning as he often did; a light sleeper, quick to wake when there was no fur to cushion her.

Just wondered what trouble you've gotten into. The borders have been quiet every time I've gone out.

She made the assumption they were quiet most days, nobody ever came home with stories or with sweet red ichor dripping from their hides. Some days it felt like the mountain fog divided them from everything else.

She paused in contemplation. A familiar feeling washing over her. Are you happy with things?

It was fulfillment she sought for, always. Did he feel fulfilled?

Dreven did not know what the future held. But he was beginning to see writing on the wall and it pained him to admit. A little.

Dreven chuckled. Yes they are. It's because we are so off thr beaten path. Not many travel here.

Dreven looked at her softly., I'm never happy. But I am content and I am fine with the way things are. Why do you want more from something?