Neverwinter Forest You only get to realize that you're alive, once.

When the family had dispersed, Willow was left to gather his thoughts.
The instinct to give chase to them was strong, but so too was the surprise he had felt, and a part of him didn't really want to chase the little ones. It was better to chase the stags anyway, especially in the spring and summer, to prevent the needless culling of virile mothers. He had seen no sign of a buck as he'd traipsed the area; but there was plenty more of lesser quality to hunt, he figured.
As he began to investigate the scents clinging to the grass and the top-most dirt, he saw part of the trail the doe had taken. Hoof prints were barely visible in the soil. He chuffed softly, raising his head as an errant wolfish scent drifted to him; that was when he noticed the silvered stranger lurking nearby, watching from a patch of the forest lit by dusty sun-shafts.
Hello, he called out brightly, forgetting for a moment to deepen his own voice - so it came out almost girlish, and the sound of it made his ears twitch back a moment. He cleared his throat as he took a step closer, but paused and sniffed the air. Not sure about you, but I've never found a place with so much prey. You here to hunt?