Blacktail Deer Plateau Spooky scary skeletons

It’s group decimated by the voracious and vengeful pack, Hern watched with terrible remorse. He knew this was an awful idea! He’d only gone with Dex and Binks because food had been promised, and his mate was on the verge giving him grief for there being no food for them all. He was only trying to help! And now two - no, three! Were gone just that fast! Thievery was in their nature, in their culture. But with everything else in life, there was a price to pay.
And unfortunately, they had gotten caught, thanks to Binks being the idiot who alerted the wolves to their idiocy. 

Cowering, Hern made a split decision. Their family was located just on the edge of the wolve’s border - if he could make it back to them and inform them of what happened, maybe that will spur the rest of them into leaving! They couldn’t stay here. 

Scampering away way from the scene, Hern tried using the shadows to ease his plight, but his muddy slivering coat hadn’t helped him too much. He could only hope he had made it out quick enough to tell his family, and their families, what they needed to know. 

However as he passed a particularly close pair of trees, the scent of rabbit and wolf scoured his keen nose, both enticing his hunger and heightening his fear. Maybe a leftover kill the wolves had left unchecked as they ran the other foxes down? 

Skipping away way from the noise, Hern’s hunger pulled his mind away from the dangers behind him and prompted him to find this remaining rabbit carcass, and laying just at the end of a bush there it was! It had been left out and left behind. Perfect! He could share this with Bafa, and she would feel better. She had to eat; his mate was losing weight too fast with their hunts dwindling while everything burrowed away. Tip toeing over to the cooled meal, the Fox had just bent his neck to grab it’ll, lips peeling back to gingerly pick up the meal he wish he could save for himself. It was fresh, and he was grateful for that. 

Dusty white canines hadn’t been able to pick the meal up though. In fact, he was mildly puzzled as to why the meal seemed to be getting further away from him...

he was was being dragged! Snatched up by the back of his own neck, confusion turned into fear as he recalled that thick musk of wolf that surrounded the rabbit. It was a trap! And he, as the rest of his murdered brothers, had fallen for it.  Pleas left his panicked lips as the pressure increased on the sides of his neck. He could smell the rabbit through his fur, bloody breath inking his dusty grey pelt with that foodie smell. “Please!” He begged the Wolf who more than likely couldn’t understand him. “Please just let me go! I have a family! I have a wife! Please!” Hern begged, and cried as the pressure only tightened with every word he screeched out. They were supposed to have kits this spring! They had made plans! He was gonna be a dad and all of it was over from a failed robber! From his own greed as well as theirs! 

His last thoughts were of those futuristic fantasies as his trachea was snapped and shards of bone and cartilage choked and spiked his throat. His body limp, Hern lay a new corpse a few feet from Siqsa’s rabbit. 

Looking down at the now silent brownish silver body, Siqsa couldn’t help but wonder what the thing had said before he murdered it. 
Not that it mattered, now.