Golden Glade forced into their true shape

'Lo and behold, there is the hare's original hunter sharing his gaze. Scraps over food are common. As common as breathing. This one does not seem intent on quarreling, dejection within all over her petite frame. Were he of a generous heart, or not so hungry, he would have offered the kill.

With no pack to rely on and winter closing in, he cannot allow kindness.

Facing her, he tears into the rabbit with practiced ease. The skin is done away with, exposing the delicacy below. His awareness flickers back and forth between the wolf and his food, never eyeing either for a prolonged amount of time.

He knows the drill. If this muddied canine will not fight for her claim to feed, she may very well try to seize it. Natjuk is outfitted for whatever schemes she might conjure up.