Blackfoot Forest evening phase

Ivev's lingering had left her close to her den, inspecting the surrounding wood and glancing at the murmering creek. It was rather silent for an autumn night, with only the occasional gurgle of an amphibian or rustling of leaves under her paws. Was it worth heading farther out of the forest to track prey down in the fields? Hardly. The wolf made for a terrible hunter, especially with her stark fur. She had traded the secrecy of night for food. The day was better for running about, where Ivev had at least a chance to blend in with streaks of light, or remain in open country. It had begun to pressure her to leave the safety of the abandoned den and continue west.

The wolf was about to turn tail and leave the periphery of the den when a scent reached her nostrils. Her white frame ducked farther away from the den, circling a tree as she inspected it. It was familiar- but it was accompanied by the perfume of others, registering him as a pack wolf. The large ember brute dislodged himself from the forest shadows and halted in front of the den. Ivev peered from 'round the elm's trunk, studying him. He seemed alone, and the night returned to it's quiet boding as he halted. Save the pack aroma on his plush coppery coat, the female was pleased to welcome him as a friendly visitor.

Hello again, Vector, she called out, stepping out from beside the tree and picking her way down the side of the den. Her eyes immediately alighted on the prone body at his feet, and her nostrils twitched. It was a rather fat hare, something Ivev had been chasing many times through the forest with no avail.
You're a better hunter than I am, Ivev couldn't help but point out wrly from her own shortcomings, glancing up at his warm emerald orbs. It was probably easier for him to maintain his burly, well-muscled stature with such a skill.