Stone Circle Coming to

Chaska had all focus on the pheasant. Until a scent came by his nose, and combined with the sudden blur he knew exactly what it was and tried to turn quickly. He instead tumbled on his side, but he quickly recovered. The frightened pheasant's call became slowly dimmer as it ran. But since he could still hear it, it was close enough to catch. 

He stood up and glanced over at the other wolf. Once more someone he had not met. Sometimes Chaska wondered how often newcomers came without him noticing. "If you're okay, I think we can still catch it together." But for all he cared it could run off if she wasn't.