Emberwood my smile's an open wound.

Whittier abandoned the muddy shore for dryer land after nabbing the first of what would likely be many lunch-sized portions of amphibians. He was already chomping when he dropped onto his belly to enjoy his meal, so it only took a few minutes before he was sucking the meat from between its ribs. He shot a grin to his companion as he barked a compliment. Zephyr seemed to have grabbed his own prize, which Whit was quick to grow jealous of as he slurped the last of the meat off of his own.

"Not bad yourself!" the yearling called as he stood and headed back towards the water's edge, nose twitched and ears swiveling as he attempted to find another.