Moonspear birthed from a bloodline

She egged him on, and though he was still somewhat uncertain where this would lead, he followed. Hunger drove him to some degree, and the thought of a fresh warm meal was definitely on his mind as he allowed her to lead the way. He still was not quite at ease, even as the trail led away from her home, but he allowed himself to relax enough to focus on the task at hand (paw?). His eyes were locked on the world ahead, keeping a close watch in case their prey were to jump out.

They went along not too far before the long-legged creature sprinted from where it had been hiding, and Dune sprinted after it. The rabbit skidded one way, then the other, and Dune did his best to keep up with the maneuvers. Lucky for him, the creature made a wrong turn, and that gave Dune his chance. He clamped down on the creature, pinning it to the ground as the last few breaths escaped from its lungs. Satisfied, he picked it up, raising his head to search for the dark wolf with his gaze.