Firefly Glen Hanto

The white wolf moved slowly until the scent of rabbit had picked up. His paws were adept. He moved the way a hunter should move. Shiranui believed that Bartholomew would be hungry when he woke. It would do well to have food prepared and ready for him, so they could begin their journey again without delay. The white wolf did not know where they were going, but he did not feel inclined to remain in the same areas for too long.

A rush of noise drew Shiranui’s gaze to another hunter. The hairs along the white wolf’s back bristled with surprise. He hopped a few feet before swinging around and pausing. The ruby of his eyes settled on the stranger curiously. They had caught a rabbit.

Shiranui tested the air for scents of another, but the wolf who had wrapped his teeth around the sickly little creature must have frightened the other warren rabbits away. The white wolf stepped toward the hunter, wary in his movements. A small chuff was issued to announce his presence.