Dawnlark Plains rustling leaves

Riptide's jaws clamped firmly on the rabbit's scruff and lifted it off the ground as he began making his way to a spot where he could eat his prey in peace, but before he could explore the plains any further, he crossed paths with a rangy black youth with yellow eyes. He paused in his steps, concealing his impatience as the other wolf set his bundle of flowers upon the ground and made to compliment his catch. Now he didn't really know whether to thank the wolf and boast like he usually would, or simply walk past him and ignore him.

Hunger gnawed at his belly. But in the end, he decided to have a talk with this wolf. After all, the scent of a pack was thick upon the other male's ragged fur, and he did have a mission of finding out all the packs in this area after all. It wouldn't hurt to chat with this male for a while.

Riptide set his catch upon the ground and blinked at the pack wolf with bright turquoise eyes. "Course it's a nice catch. Otherwise, I'll be long dead. Life as a loner doesn't provide you with free prey all the time." His eyes twinkled as he regarded the rangy fellow, tail flicking in an amiable manner. "I'm Riptide. What's your name?"