Silver Creek quiet night

Dakota grins, white canines on display. “Holy Cross is the place I was born.” He says to help her where she was confused.

“That’s unfortunate.” He then says at her comment of not knowing where any prey would be. “That makes two of us then.” He laughs.

Jumping atop a nearby rock just a bit bigger than he, Dakota gazes around to hopefully spot any prey nearby. His eyes scan the landscape and they land on a rather large jack rabbit in the distance. A devilish grin appearing across his maw. His honey eyes slide back to this she-wolf.

“There’s a hare just over there. Looking to go hunting, Miriam?” He asks. “I’m sure you’re quite the huntress being a wolf and all.” He comments to her.