Felltree Marsh Let's Go!

Zephyr crept after the woman slowly, his ears on a swivel while his grassy eyes stayed ahead. His belly growled and the man wrinkled his nose, but pushed on towards the prey. He hadn't come so far to only come this far, right? If he could survive this famine, they would be off towards their permanent home. The dark male didn't make the first move, keeping Rana in the lead, but he couldn't deny the saliva pooling in his mouth as he waited.