Honeyed Pasture windsong

The sound of a crying grouse drew Charon from the scent of the rabbit. It was incredibly nearby, and so he dashed in its direction, knowing he had a good chance at catching it. As he ran, the scent of grouse mingled with the scent of another wolf, and soon he was faced with that wolf holding the grouse between his teeth. No dinner for him, then. Ears perked forward as Charon watched the male, who looked friendly — not at all defensive about his meal, anyway, which was always something to be cautious for.

"Looks like you beat me to it," Charon admitted, a wry grin on his face as he looked at the stranger. The rabbit warren was forgotten, and Charon decided he would go for a bite later, even though his churning stomach didn't entirely agree.