Larksong Grotto You're sweet, my dear

A woman's call erupted from the mountains. For a moment, the echos made it difficult for Marcus pinpoint her location, but soon his eyes found the fire under the darkening evening sky. It was her again. Shaking his head, the wolf turned to fully face her, ears pinned forward and toes pressing into the earth with anticipation. 

He was hungry, and he wondered if she might be as well. The man beckoned her to come to him, humming deep and low with a quick dip of his muzzle. Come with me. Marcus took to the ground, following the tracks of what appeared to be a rabbit that had made its way around here recently.