Wheeling Gull Isle but i just can't believe him

Sounds and smells came to him, muffled and confusing, and he kept his eyes shut until the scent of the hare overwhelmed him and he snapped it up into his jaws and tore into it greedily, ignoring the two wolves hovering nearby.

Almost immediately, he felt a bit of strength flow into him, but this one hare would not be enough, he knew. He tore and swallowed meat almost without chewing. If he choked, his misery would end, so he did not care. And by the time he was done, the hare a bloody mess between his front paws, he felt... well, better was not the right word, but something close to it.

He took a deep, steadying breath, the scent of jasmine completely lost to the coppery tang of blood, but he did finally notice the flower, and cocked his head at it curiously. "What is this?" His voice was a bit stronger now, but still deep and raspy. Perhaps that was simply his voice.