Blackfeather Woods a wolf hunts a mouse. the reason will make you cry

He observed how the blood soaked and matted the mouse's fur. He observed how its skull had sunken into one side of its face; how the eye bulged from its shattered socket. The macabre sight had him transfixed such that he had not taken note of the presence of another until the other wolf was nearly to him. Euron stiffened and lowered his head over his kill. He did not recognize the stranger, and peered suspiciously at him.

"Well done."

Euron's posture relaxed a bit — he was more curious now than alarmed — but still he kept his jaw over what belonged to him. Several more moments of silent scrutiny brought saw the tension in his body slacken further. The other wolf had made no threat and did not seem intent on stealing from him.

"Thanking you!" Chirped Euron suddenly as he grabbed the mouse and sat proudly upright, allowing the dead mouse to dangle by its tail like a pendulum. The distrust in his eyes had given way to an excited twinkle. His tail thumped the ground rapidly. "S'first!" He declared through his teeth, determined not to let the mouse drop.