Two Rivers Isle he jests at scars that never felt a wound

She too ate until she could eat no more, her belly tight and round. With a sigh of satisfaction, she lay down in the grass a few feet from their prey and watched the enigmatic wolf with whom she'd shared her meal. He was large and strong, his coat healthy and lustrous. She had enjoyed their hunt immensely, particularly since she understood that it was not often two strangers managed to successfully work together so seamlessly. She admired his focus, as well, for she was not unaware of how distracting her heat scent could prove to be to the males around her.

With a soft groan, she rolled onto her side and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her darkly-furred body. She felt sleep tug at her now that her belly was full, but she did not want to succumb to it here. Not even bothering to lift her head, she caught his eye as he gnawed at a rib bone and asked with a small grin, "So. With whom have I had the pleasure of enjoying this hunt today?"