Hoshor Plains heaven-candle

please lmk if he wouldn't have heard his name before this!

Hrr'o! Fjall's muffled greeting blew over bloodied rabbit fur. He set the catch down between them, tail wagging. Masa, yes? Have you had a chance to eat today, my friend? He nudged the meal closer to the supermassive black hole of a wolf, careful of meeting the sentinel's eye with anything less than a warm smile. I only caught it moments ago.