Shy Deer Steppes Where am I headed too?

Rowen narrowed his eyes at the ‘pup’, he had never heard of a fox where he grew up. But the wolves where he grew up had all kinds of insults for his hybrid heritage so he just assumed based on his past experiences that this ‘pup’ was just making fun of him.

He wrinkled his nose and brushed passed the ‘pup’ then paused and sighed, glancing back. Lilting his head to the left  and forward he beckoned the creature to follow him.

His own belly growled and Rowen licked his lips then looked down to the pond not far away from them, maybe they could flesh out a late duck and have a decent meal.  Rowen waited for any sign the youngling would follow him.