Nocturne Summit A sea of clouds

Once in the fog, it took a short while for the dark wolf to make his way down the slope and into an area where the scent of prey was thick enough to track. The wetness that had been left by the rain did not make hunting easy. Crowfeather prowled until he captured the smell of rabbit and had tracked it to where it ate on herbs. 

The hunt was much swifter than he had imagined it would be. The rabbit would be good enough to restore some strength. The blood was sweet and filled Crowfeather's nostrils as he made his way back up toward the pine branch and resting Germanicus. 

Pushing his way past the branch of the tree and stopping with his torso in the entrance, he lowered the rabbit to the ground and nudged it toward the silver guardian. I hoped I could get this back to you before you woke up, he murmured quietly.