Bearclaw Valley the sleeper

so he gets it. she watches him sink low, too, and then raises her eyes to the tree. there are a couple of squirrels up there. they will not come down if they know they are here, but if the wolves are quiet and the prey lets their guard down. . .

and they do, after a few quiet moments. one squirrel chases the other down the slender trunk, sending leaves in their wake as they hit the ground running.

Avicus looks at the young man and gives him a nod, firmer this time, jerking her head toward the squirrels in flight. it is his prey, after all.

but if he doesn't catch it on second try, then she'll have to go after it herself—and she doesn't share food.