Raven's Watch we're terrified of what's around the corner

Hours passed in Warbone's absence. He gave chase to many things, but grew more and more unsuccessful in the dying light. Dusk was upon him before he realized it, and complete darkness blanketed the disappointed male as he began making a beeline for the place he had left the beaten she-wolf. His back sagged, paws heavy as the weight of his failure settled like an uncomfortable suit of armor across his body. On his way, a stream glistened under the moon, a shining snake weaving through the trees whose trunks looked slathered by ink in the night. The idea of fish came to him then, and patiently, Warbone spent an hour in the water until he finally managed to catch something— a pitifully sized fish, as it was, he found it better than absolutely nothing.

The male returned with his dangling catch, damp from his chest down, and not knowing whether or not she would still be there as he arrived.