Wapun Meadow Mouth full of gum

The chill swept across the lands once more for the second time in his life. Born in this chill, Rosencrantz was numb to its bitter bite and welcomed it as a new year for him. The battle born prince had finally grown into his awkwardly large paws, giving him a grace as he walked that Rose had never had before. His tall stance kept an eye on the horizon, grasses that were visibly once lush and bore plenty of life were now withering with old man winter's touch - soon prey would be scarce again, and this time he would be alone to feed himself. 

Thankfully there was plenty of small prey to go around, so long as he kept the coyotes at bay. But if he was going to be honest with himself, a rabbit a few times a day was going to be much more trouble than to find companions to hunt with again to keep their bellies fuller, longer. Never the less, he was confident that this winter he would not starve, simply the amount of work would differ depending on the circumstances.

As the breeze blew over the hills, the smell of a kill filled his nostrils. Hunger did not strike him at the moment, but with no job to do, curiosity had taken him over and decided to approach where the smell had come from. Cautiously, his body was not imposing despite his stature. Rosencrantz was careful to not be overbearing with pride and gusto as to start a fight, but allow himself to carry with a sense of power as to not seem like the next prey in this one's view. 

The female came into view before her meal did, it was small and held none of his interest. He simply waited for her to notice him first, if she wanted to finish, he wouldn't stop her from doing so before entertaining him. A rabbit is such a small meal for one as physically capable as yourself. Are you unable to find hunting partners in these lands of loners? His silken voice rolled off his tongue, smooth and curious as to not disturb her too much, but loud enough to ensure she knew he was there.

@Dianne