Wapun Meadow read the good book when you feel alone

Alarian wasn't in the best state to hunt, and that was no secret-- but neither was it a secret that the three of them were hungry, that they could not heal without food.

So the boy had set off, stubbornly, to find something to eat for his friends. He wasn't so sure he could catch enough for all of them, but if he could keep their strength up... well, it would be worth it. That's what he kept telling himself after each failed chase, anyway; when he crossed the creek on his way into the meadow he was only carrying a single fox between his teeth. It was fat and soft, but not enough for three adult wolves.
Ali shook the water from his coat after a few steps, then looked up-- and almost dropped his fox from surprise. Not two yards away there was another wolf, another stranger. The boy had half a mind to run. But he reminded himself not to be ridiculous and approached anyway, dropping his fox a few feet away before he got closer.
Hello! He greeted cheerfully, tail wagging as he did his best to hide the slight anxiety.