Firefly Glen the bard and the scorpion

For @Scorp!

Goldhawk prowled through the flatlands, thanking his lucky stars that this afternoon was damper than it had been yesterday. Thanks to the locusts who had stripped the Wilds of their green, food was getting more and more scarce — a drought on top of that would have splled death for the wolves of Neverwinter, he was sure of it. But no, there was plenty to drink, and plenty of ground to cover in his search for food. It was risky to leave the safety of their claimed territory knowing that ravenous savages were out here on a similar mission, but Goldhawk was a capable warrior and had his eye on the prize: a big brown rabbit. He quickened his pace, muzzle low, eyes wide, fast and silent, inching in on the fleeing animal as it shot through the grass...