Sleepy Fox Hollow Tumble

first the sickened boar, then nyx' call rang, piercing, insistent. mahler, the now-familiar ache of hunger plaguing his belly, swept down to the scent of blood.
already the winterwhite was in attendance; her voice pealed a warning. mahler lunged between the two she-wolves now, brisk, terrible, the shadow of his large bulk imposing as he bellowed a curdling snarl and snapped heavy jaws for the hide of the thief.