What the hell was it with him and catching wolves when they were eating? The broad shouldered male trotted forward, his deliciously colored, chocolate pelt glistening under the winter sunlight. He caught the scent of a pack mate in the distance, but when he finally came into view, was carrying a juicy rabbit in his maw. Hecarim grunted, displeased with himself for having such bad timing. No one liked to be interrupted while they were eating, but he couldn't imagine anything more awkward than the two seeing and then ignoring each other.
Hecarim continued his glide forward, heading in the same direction as his similarly colored packmate. He had decided on just tossing a hello and jetting out of the male's way, in an attempt to at least show his comrade respect. Afternoon,
he greeted.