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Diaval tested his limbs and found there was no real injury. He would be sore and bruised but he was pretty sure he knew an herb that would help him through the worst of it. His ears flicked forward as he realized, only after the wolf was within striking distance, that he was not alone. He was distracted by the strange color and look of the newcomer, momentarily, before the rabbit was dropped in front of him and he lowered his eyes sheepishly.

Diaval was dense, sometimes, but he could read the body language of the other wolf enough to know that he was tightly controlled. The grey wolf had no intention of fighting or arguing with anyone and he shifted away from the other wolf, taking a careful step back. 

"Ah...uh...thanks..." he said, though he did not reach for the rabbit. The air was tense and Diaval was not sure how to respond to the slowly wagging tail and posture of this stranger. Was it okay to just take his rabbit and leave? Was it better to give it up and walk away? He wasn't sure.

He stood there awkwardly, letting silence settle between them.