Fox's Glade Life is a journey and only you hold the key

The brute's dark colored ears twitched at the sound of the male's voice as he replied and Neako's golden eyes gleamed in the dense light that caught his stare as he slowly gave his head a nod in agreement to the stranger's words. Though in truth, Neako had never dined on rats himself, but the thought alone was a rather unpleasant one to the lone wolf. Even if had crossed his mind once or twice during particularly hard times in the past.

Neako watched the stranger momentarily till finally allowing his husky voice to escape his lips, ”Indeed it is.” The brute said with a half smile, his dirty, unkept tail swaying gently behind him as he licked at his dry muzzle, the growing thought of having a decent meal becoming more and more appealing to the bulky loner as he pondered on it further. And soon, the loner found himself peering in the direction the ebony male had motioned, his stare following the male's gaze as he spoke, pointing out the location of a small herd, about half a mile or so from where they currently stood. 

His amber eyes gradually averted away from the trail and back to the similar colored male before him, his gray muzzle parting as he replied smoothly, ”Well, since you were the one that tracked them, I think you should be the one to take the lead.” Neako said with a friendly smile and a slight wag of his tail, dark ears arching forward as he then offered the male a firm nod.