Broken Boulder Hare Hunting

The days had been hot, it had been a night cycle since his meeting with the moonsister she-wolf. When the sun had set he had slipped under the giant rock to find shelter, but now he emerged.

Dainty jaws parted, he drank in the scents all around him. A male musk stuck out to him, one of his fathers kind. Ordinarily, curiosity would not fuel him enough to seek out such a distraction, especially as hungry as he was. Yet, that deep stirring within him drove him off his feet and before he knew it, the grey coyote was in sight. 

Crouching among the rocks and pebbles, Sakina watched the sleek figure hunt. His two-toned eyes zeroed in on the hare the other boy had been tracking. If it ran his way, perhaps he would be generous and kill it for the greychild.