Rising Sun Valley One Little Slip

The wind drew his paws further into the valley, just trying to sniff the breezes for signs of the wolf he sought. It was a pretty place, but he seemed to have lost his brother's scent for now. Perhaps he'd pick it up again later. 

Currently, he turned to a rabbit, freshly caught by his own two paws and disappointed; Shard's muzzle was more red than white. He'd deal with that when he wasn't so hungry. After all, his friend the wind had brought his paws onto such a path as to find it.

As luck would have him, the wind had brought a friend for this meal, he could hear a disturbance in the quiet. Hello?