Honeyed Pasture windsong

Sorry for the delay. Work was crazy.

As the other wolf approached, he made a comment about being a bit too slow to the draw. Jura smiled through a mouthful of feathers while his tail wagged in slightly wider arcs. He looked around at the surrounding hills almost as if to question whether this stranger has friends, but he didn't tense up at the thought. Instead, he looks back at Charon with wide ultramarine eyes and takes a few slow steps forward; not close enough to invade his personal bubble, but enough to make a point. He deposits the bird on the ground between them and backs up to a seated position, the same kind smile on his face.

The message is clear: here, eat!