Frogspawn Swamp a lonely cry

Grayday felt unaccountable pity rise in his chest when he caught sight of the answering she-wolf. She appeared to be holding up well despite the famine and her admittedly small frame, but he couldn't really be sure with eyesight like his.

"Hi there," he said gently, making no move toward the smaller wolf. If she wanted to interact, she could come to him. In the meantime, he saw no reason not to continue his 'hunt'. It wasn't as though she could do him much harm, even if she did decide to attack him from behind. With a decisive swish of his tail, he got back to work, hoping the she-wolf would stick around even as he attempted to push her from his mind.