The Heartwood Gangsters don't cry

So should this be a fight or a spar? If we do a fight, should we roll a dice to decide the winner? I don't mind anything so it's up to you!

Ezekiel trotted along, out for a nice hunt. He hadn't caught anything yet, a rabbit had recently eluded his grasp, but hopefully something would come along soon. The forest he was in now was strange, what little leaves on the trees had an ashy feel to them, and the entire wood smelled of past fire. He wondered what it had looked like before both the famine and the probable natural disaster. Bah, it didn't matter much, as long as there was prey on the woods, Ezekiel didn't mind how it smelled.

He caught onto a different scent however, not something edible but another wolf. He'd found that sometimes following wolf scents could lead to leftover prey, or at least someone to hunt with. While he generally disliked company, a nice quiet hunt was always nice, and he was more likely to catch something with another by his side. He soon found a ghost like figure making her way through the heartwood and he chuffed to get her attention. Of course he was cautious, large muscles flexed in case of an attack.