Ghost Lion Crag The Hunt is ON!

Darsal knew, especially from the way Shalon kept her demeanor, that she would not trust very easily. She blackened-gray wolf felt the same, but now, she kept her heavily-reserved attitude at bay. Her burnt-orange eyes were bright with interest.
Well, Shalon, you have a nice name. As for your question, I'm about to go hunting.
The pale wolf's stomach was rumbling audibly, and Darsal could hear its growling from where she stood. It sounds as though you might join me. This famine will starve us both. She laughed lightly.