Kintla Flatlands born unto trouble

We can wrap up if you want, and I'll throw him at Mordecai soon!

"Satisfying," he replied as he dropped the meat, fixing her with a lopsided grin. He wondered how silly it would have looked to an outsider, to see not one but two wolves playing with their food. That didn't matter, though, for there were no other entities to be seen in the immediate vicinity.

Suddenly growing curious about this strange she-wolf who made a habit of turning her meals into a game, he asked, "Do you live around here?" She didn't smell like any particular pack -- he couldn't identify every scent, but he had come across enough wolves to slowly begin cataloging the groups in his mind.