King Elk Forest a journey (a dream of flight)

The filthy white brute watched the other male with a friendly smile on his maw. He was used to wolves not having the best social skills he was part of the Saints of the Dying Light Pack after all, a mostly socially inept and bitey pack.

He lowered his head and dropped the frogs and then stepped on their legs pinning them to the ground so the he could speak. “Hello friend. I’m Vein, Medic to the nearby pack The Saints, Would you like one?”

He indicated the three trapped green meals, He knew just by looking at this one that he could probably use all three. One frog made a large ribbit noise and attempted to jump, finding it was still trapped it lay still again resigned.