Wild Berry Meadow Make me fall

She wouldn't exactly call herself kind, but she knew she wouldn't be able to turn away people in need. Azon resorted to eating berries to substain himself - he must be hungry for something meaty. So maybe she was kind but also maybe not. Wren didn't like to label herself, unless it was the word awkward. Closing her eyes at the man joined her, she breathed in the scents of the area. 

Two wolves could bring down medium prey. But autumn saw a lot of the herds moving. She'd settle for something small. If they were lucky, two pieces of food would fall into their lap. "Okay, let's hunt some rabbits." It was the clearest thing she picked up. If near water, she would suggested to fish. But of course, not all wolves knew how to fish. Walking off, she swished her tail for him to follow.

Unaware Azon didn't know really how to hunt, she followed the scent trail until she saw them. Two rabbits nibbling near a mound that was their warren. "Chase them toward me - if you can snap one up, I'll grab the other. Sound good?" she had lowered herself to a crouch, intention to cut their escape off when Azon knew the plan and agreed to it.