Dawnlark Plains Tip-toe through the tulips

his brows raised, wondering how ignorance of borders in a territorial species could somehow be translated as an "accident," but let the explanation slide, nodding. his next words intrigued him, and aditya's stomach clenched. he, too, was hungry; he was taking less food for himself, with eight growing pups in the pack, and he wasn't the only one. this wolf was in good company, here.

"are you an able hunter?" adi asked, tilting his head slightly to one side in curious inquiry. "we have good hunting here, and plenty of mouths to feed. perhaps we could. . .make an arrangement." whether that was long-term or short-term remained to be seen; it was up to the stranger, and how much he was willing to cooperate. "what's your name? where are you from?"