Stone Circle Up and at it

Ezekiel was hungry and the scent of something feather lured him from his patrol. The large solid grey male trotted at a brisk pace, eager for a hunt or some kind of excitement. As he followed the bird's trail, he smelled a wolf scent merging onto the path ahead. It seemed a pack mate was hunting the same prey, and by the smell of her, it was Illecebra, Mawk's mate. Ezekiel didn't know her all to well, and a hunt was an easy way to get to know your packmates. He hurried now, hoping to catch up to her.

When her grey fur came into view, he let out a low bark, a warning that he was nearby. He moved to walk beside her, and offered the mother a greeting. Hello, how are you?