Fishblight Mire brotherhood

perfect! :)

He could smell the fish, and the wolf too. It was hunger, and how it squeezed his stomach painfully, that bade him to investigate. He watched from the grass, almost aquiver at the sight of food. He ravenously hoped something would be left behind for him to scavenge, too much a coward to consider challenging the larger, stronger wolf for its meal, and a poor, weak hunter that could catch little more than rodents.

His tongue smacked as he swallowed back some drool. He moved closer, but scrambled backwards when the wolf looked up at him, and he would have fled there and then had the male not spoke to him. But the mention of a deal, of half a 'rebbit', captured his attention. He was no stranger to deals, to trades for his next meal, which he assumed was being offered. His tongue lolled from one side of his mouth as he nodded zealously, his slack jaw resulting in his teeth clacking together multiple times.

"Ya. What is deal?"