Grouse Thicket Life in plastic

Trying to meet lots of wolves, hope you don't mind me :)

Hunting during a famine was hard. Ezekiel had left and returned to Silvertip three times since he joined and brought back only scrawny and small game. He wanted desperately to come back with something bigger in tow, proving himself to his alphas was important to him. But now even more than just proving himself, he just wanted to eat. Thoughts of red flesh ripping to his pearly white teeth, his stomach fatter than a pregnant doe's. Normally that wasn't the kind of thing the young soldier fantasized about, but he was just that hungry. 

He returned to the grouse thicket, last time he'd been here he'd not only stepped on a thorn but also caught a surprisingly decent rabbit. Of course he had given it to the pack's pups and not eaten it himself. This time Zeke hoped to catch a bite for none other than Zeke. He trotted along through the rotted forest, head down with exhaustion. He was beginning to think of giving up on this hunt and returning once again with low spirits and high malnutrition. He was about to stop when he noticed a female a few lengths away, sprawled out on the forest floor. He wasn't sure if he should interact with her, she looked tired but she could very well still have fight in her. A pitiful thought whisked past his head, but he quickly diminished it with a look of disgust. Maybe she's about to die. That's food?

No, that was rude, and not his style. But he couldn't promise that if he came across a wolf carcass that it would appear as fair game to him. He let loose a short and gruff bark, alerting her of his presence. She could need help, and Zeke, no matter how reclusive and silent as ever, would try to help if she asked.