Porcupine Ridge And the land of a billion lights

He was not the only one that had been hunting small game. He picked up his subordinate's trail, and caught a whiff of hare upon it. The black wolf had managed to surprise a partridge, and devoured it on the spot, leaving not but a scattering of feathers to tell he was ever there. Blood, hardly noticeable against his dark fur, was fresh upon his muzzle.

He spotted Farstep packing earth and woofed to him, encouraging him to come toward him with a waving tail and a bowed posture, rather than moving in on the wolf's cache.