The Heartwood all she wants

Terance pried, asking after his wellbeing again, and Arry furrowed his brows as he considered providing an honest answer. Dizziness still made his vision a little blurry and the side of his face throbbed, but not enough that he was willing to admit it. After a moment, the dark yearling lifted his orange eyes to try and focus on the features of his hunting companion. A smile tugged the corner of his mouth again, and he waved his tail in silent assurance that yes, he was fine.

The offering to take his fill of their kill was warmly welcomed, and the boy did not hesitate to accept with a polite dip of his head. Naturally submissive, Arrakis waited patiently for Terance to move in and take the first bite. Saliva pooled on his tongue as the other wolf tore at the pig's shoulder and he swallowed, resisting the urge to step in alongside him.

When the opportunity presented itself and the emerald-eyed hunter took a section for himself, Arry reached out to set about pulling at the flesh where Terance had already helped himself. The still-warm blood tasted like nectar on his tongue and, carefully, he plucked a portion of the muscle from the boar's carcass before settling nearby to feed.

"I'm a loner," he said in response to the dark male's enquiry, figuring he was mearly making smalltalk while they ate. "I keep coming back here, though, so I guess you could say this is my home."