Sleepy Fox Hollow Am I Alone?

The last thing Carrots needs is the rain.  It’s cold as it soaks through his fur and it’s been at least a day since he’s eaten.  The water dampens the snow, melting what it touches, and if it were any colder then it would be hailing.  He stands there for a moment, looking up to the sky, as it holds no real sign it would ease up any time soon.  He shakes out his fur but it doesn’t help and at least he managed to caught a poor bird that delayed its trip south to avoid winter and instead escaped right into his mouth.  

He picks it up and takes off, trying to find cover but before he knows it, he’s stumbled upon another wolf.  It had been days since he’d seen another predator and half of his tail is missing because of it.  Carrots jaws clench on his kill protectively as he stood there, fully exposed, but his eyes narrow and his fur bristles.  His back arches and what is left of his tail swishes irritably behind him in warning.