Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

Inkeri unsure. Untried. Watches as the other wolf studies the hare between them. She inspects it closely, but doesn't eat. Inkeri wants to scream. She was trying to share something. To show, well she wasn't certain what. Thank fullness? That the other didn't rip her hide from her back and feed it to her.

Clearly they are at an impasse. She grasps the hare and swings it up over a shoulder. The blood dripping down her white fur to mix in with the white and black of her mismatched coat. She motions with her head to the other.

As if saying, lead the way. I will follow you for a time. Though how long that would be, even Inkeri couldn't answer.