Wild Berry Meadow Her light is diminished

Black Hat had taken the time to rest after being healed by the boy, as travel was out of the question with an injured shoulder. Once fit enough to walk, he left the bramble forest behind. Now, he was on the prowl in an open field. A menagerie of berry bushes were scattered about, and he couldn't resist the urge to pick a few as he slithered along the prairie. But mere berries would do nothing to satiate his ravenous appetite. What he truly craved between his teeth was flesh and bone.

He lowered his crown, hovering the leather of his nose over the grasses to take note of what had recently passed by. The scent of a doe and her fawn piqued his interest. If he could find the young hiding by its lonesome, as they were apt to do, it would make a fine meal. With his victim decided, the search began.

He followed its tracks, popping his head up every now and again to survey the surroundings. On one occasion of doing this, Black Hat caught a wolfess in his sights. She was a beautiful pale blue-grey like an overcast sky. He'd never seen a wolf of this shade before. Effectively allured, he decided to take a detour and strutted up to her, tail waving confidently behind him like a banner in the breeze.

He caught the tail end of her solemn musing, which he stashed away in the file cabinet that was his mind. Then, instinctively, he began to analyze: She was alone, but a pack smell still lingered in her pelt. She was either contemplating leaving or had already left; likely the latter, given what he heard her utter. If he made himself welcoming, he could persuade her to follow him. More minds and teeth were useful, and he needed useful.

Greetings, madame, He started in a velvety tone, stopping a reasonable length away. Are you out hunting as well?