Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

They nudged the young hare's body and then drew back, giving Sanja space to inspect it. It was obviously not poisoned, given that it was fresh. It was not a scripted act either; the thing had looked and smelled alive in the split-second Sanja had noticed it.

Why would this wolf give it up? It was their kill, they had the right to eat it. Was it an offering? Sanja investigated it with a probe of her nose and a few sniffs. She gave a small chuff to Inkeri and shook her head; no, she would not eat it. It was not her's.

She licks her lips in a display of submission, and backs up also. The rabbit sits between them, untouched. Sanja's tail gives a small flick, as she slowly finds the situation amusing. This wolf is clearly not a threat, and likely not lost either.