Meadowlark Prairie outta the woodwork

Reluctantly, Dune accepted the gift. He knew that he would never have done something like that. Sure, he had led a lone wolf to a frozen carcass, but the weather conditions had been nowhere near what they were right now. Not only that, but it had been more than he ever could have eaten on his own. He plucked the rabbit from the ground and began to rip it apart, gulping down chunks of muscle, bone, and organs as quickly as possible.

When he was done, the only thing that remained was a single rear foot from the rabbit. He nudged it toward the girl. "Luck," he said. It was the least he could do. Without another word, Dune turned and headed deeper into the forest. He would need to hunker down for the night if he planned to see the sunrise, and he hoped she would do the same instead of trying to save poor hungry wolves like himself.