Flycatcher Downs the wolf shook his coat and it snowed for days

garait did not expect the pale creature's invitation, and warily followed, keeping nares flared and ears flicked for the sound of his brother's return. it did not come before he was led to a cache; the warm scent of blood set his stomach alight with an audible growl as he watched the other dig, and he was unashamed of how he fell upon the rabbit, ripping it apart with jaws not far from starving. the bones he cracked for their marrow.
when everything edible of the animal had been consumed, garait lashed his mouth with a thoughtful tongue, his seafoam gaze settling on the snow-wolf. here was a hale beast, strong of body and intelligent; that he had shared with garait in the time of winter did not go unappreciated. the gaul knew venextos would feel the same. not wanting yet to speak, he shook out his ruff and inquired in the manner of their kind if his companion was alone, reaching hesitantly to take the male's breath and exhange his own.