Broken Antler Fen Little slice of heaven

Penn panted hard as he finally slowed to a stop after yet another failed attempt to nab himself a bunny to snack on. He'd been out in the Fen for a while now trying to get something--a stoat, a quail, a lemming, anything! He couldn't catch a fuckin' break to save his life.

Truth be told, he wasn't all that broken up about his failure. He actually didn't really even want the rabbit. He was sick hunting such small, weak creatures. They were boring, and he was sick of the taste of rodent. Penn wanted badly to hunt large game. His want was a physical tension in his bones, it was so strong. He longed for a real challenge, something that would actually test his strength and his boldness. Something that actually tasted good, like victory. And... well, just tasty meat.

Penn snorted as he turned away and continued to stalk along the plains. It wasn't too long before he discovered he was not the only one doing so, either. His interest piqued when he spotted the stranger. He assumed it was another wolf, though he sure was a small one. A smile brightened his features as he broke into a trot to help close the distance between them quicker.

"Hey, guy! You--uhh..." Penn faltered as he came close enough to realize something was off. This wasn't a wolf. Was it? He'd never met a coyote before, so his brain didn't piece that one together for him. He'd never met a wolf that looked so... subtly, but noticably, wrong before either though. His face twisted in startled confusion as he followed his greeting up with a blunt, "Dude, you don't look right."