Redhawk Caldera what is dead may never die

Ferret strolled by in time to see his packmate make the catch. He did not know this wolf, but he knew the smells of the wolves he did know and this wolf carried those scents with him. His narrowed stare fixated on the mouse dangling between the wolf's teeth. The boy did not hesitate, he gathered his paws and charged forward, leaping into the air with jaws open and the devil's glinting eyes as he made an attempt to snatch that mouse for himself.