Emberwood my smile's an open wound.

Zephyr followed behind Whit, observing the pale wolf and wondering what his other skills were. The ebony male was about to ask, but Whit was slowing and Zephyr fell into a stalk. A three foot, hundred and fifty pound wolf was probably something to cause a disturbance, and that wouldn't help them catch these little snacks. Whit finally just barrelled on in, and now Zephyr couldn't stop the same enthusiasm to take hold. His massive snowy paws thundered against the earth as he chased down a particularly plump one.