Stone Circle We don't talk anymore

Grayday dropped the fox as soon as Valette had dispatched it, his tail wagging excitedly behind him. He was glad they'd gotten to it before it'd whelped - Grayday had a soft heart for the kits, since they looked so much like wolf pups when they were that size. Now, he nosed the fox onto it's back and bit down with a decisive snap of his jaws, not wanting to prolong any suffering that might befall the unborn babes inside her.

"Think so," he said to Valette, looking down at himself. There were little dribbles and droplets of blood speckling his front, but when he shook out his pelt, he felt only pinpricks and stings rather than the hot pain of deep wounds. "Yeah, I'm fine," he decided, tail whisking once more. "Nice job, team! We got it!"