Otter Creek Break the cycle.

OMG yes, perfect.

Kendra stepped forward cautiously, lapping some of the water of the stream. Her head snapped up when she heard heavy footfalls. Her pale eyes instantly locked onto the male that was approaching her. Kendra raised her hackles she saw the male. He was young like her, but probably big enough to be considered an adult. She flickered her tail, not to be confused with a wag, because that was definitely not it. The tip of her tail dyed blood-red with the dye she made for the Dark Brotherhood.

Kendra watched over the male that told her to hunt with him. Her eyes looked over him with serious judgement. He looked well nourished enough to not have to hunt for like a month. The thing was, Kendra 'disliked' hunting, she would specialize herself in other things, while her pack fed her in return for that help. It was not the killing but the running. Compared to her long legged brother she was like a slow turtle. Maybe these two pups had something in common after all. "Why are you asking for food from a stranger? What are you? Some kind of homeless?," she questioned.

For the female it was very strange to see wolves without a home,or even think about that fact. She had only know a pack life, and she was most definitely not keen enough to leave her dark forest unless on accident. What clearly happened today. Kendra raised her muzzle and then sat down. Her pale eyes on him, squinting suspiciously. "You could at least introduce yourself to me," she pointed out.