Grouse Thicket What was her name again

Althaia watched a bright red beetle make its way up a tree through slitted eyes, lazily sprawled out under a huge fallen tree. She contemplated heading to the small river nearby for a drink, but declined. She just longed to rest for a while.
Sudden paw steps caused her to perk her ears,and bolt to her feet when they came near.  A small brown blur, followed by a rather handsome male. Relieved at the fact the wolf wasn't, in fact, running at her. She watched for a moment as a robin let out an alarm call. She decided to trot after the male- what exactly had he been chasing? 
She found him a few minutes later, beside the body of a rabbit -yum- and holding his paw in his jaws rather awkwardly. She sat a few feet from him, regarding him quizzically. "Are you alright?"