Nova Peak let your colors bleed and blend with mine

Mordur nodded as she thanked him. She should thank him. He always did what she asked, for once he thought maybe he'd tell her to hunt for herself. But he didn't. She was his family, but that didn't mean he didn't want to rebel. One day maybe. Her words attempting to cheer him worked a bit. Big prey would be nice, but big prey would be impossible to catch with only two wolves. They'd end up sticking to small prey if he thought correct. Follow. She ordered, and he fell into step behind her. Together they traveled down towards the forest a nice walk if it weren't on weary paws.

When they got to the green below, Mordur stopped. He had noticed a small rabbit snuffling around a bush, and thought it should be a good catch. Stop, kanína. He said, not wanting to process the word for rabbit for in another language. I make it towards you. He said, leaving her side before she could answer and going to the other side of the rabbit. He was small and dark, fitting in perfectly with the shadows. He would make a great spy. He waited until the time was right, then leaps out at the rabbit, spooking it right towards Sasha. All she had to do was catch it.