Blackfoot Forest evening phase

Vector spoke, and Ivev was reminded of the saying he had spoken at their previous meeting.
Vyzhit', chtoby vyzhit', Ivev repeated to him, trying her best to catch the enunciation of his language. She wagged her tail sheepishly at his words, knowing full well that the small arctic creature wasn't faring too well on the 'staking out for survival' part. As a wandering spiritualist, the white wolf could often be caught staring at prey rather than chasing it. She ducked her head, overcome with a bout of shyness and stepped forward. Her teeth latched onto the rabbit carcass and dragged it forward. Tearing back the hide, Ivev ripped a portion of muscle off.

Thank you, she said gratefully after swallowing.

The male had edged closer, and Ivev glanced up, her ears tilting back at his proximity. But the motion was not one of assertiveness, and Ivev couldn't help but narrow her blue eyes in pleasure as the taller wolf groomed stray debris from her pelt. It was an action of trust, and the white female had already felt some inkling of it as the male showed up with a snack. Her body froze briefly, allowing the male to pick out sticks and twigs. Each tug was a gentle movement, finished with Vector spitting out the last piece. Ivev shifted closer, nudging underneath his throat with her shoulder. Her spine fitted well below his chin. She pressed her side into his chest and ran the length of fur down, expressing her thanks. Conjoined, their pelts exuded warm from their brief but smooth contact.

That felt good, she grinned, watching Vector as he sat down. I guess there are some benefits to being taller? Ivev returned to bite off another chunk of rabbit, before pausing. No doubt the rustic, muscular wolf had caught these, but where?

You're in a pack now. They won't mind?