Fox's Glade Failure has been all to familiar

The wolf before him is a slim built figure, but Shadowheart still keeps his guard up when he saw the fur rise along her back. Size certainly wasn't everything, and the male knew it paid to ready for any possible move by a stranger. As he got closer, he could make out her different eye colors, an observation that was both confusing and intriguing, as he had never seen such a thing. She soon dropped her guard, wagging her tail at him, a gesture that he returned, although more hesitantly. Shadowheart tenses slightly when she steps closer to him. He hasn't survived this long alone by letting just anyone get close. However, before he can step back, the female does something entirely unexpected.

She drops the rabbit at his feet.

The tension drains from his body, replaced by a relaxed confusion at her action. He knows that sharing food is common among packmates, it was an activity that he participated in many times. But to have a complete stranger make such a gesture, particularly in the middle of winter when food is scarce, is confounding to the dark male. "Why" he asks, "The kill is yours, not mine." ​