Otatso Wetlands sandhill

The wolfscent grew stronger. Wildflower caught a flash of gold at the tail-end of his throw and nearly faltered. He didn't, but he did stand very still and quiet as he regarded the male in the aftermath. The avoidant turn of his head intrigued him when it seemed to Wildflower that the man must have sought him out.

"You hungry, then?" he asked in low, easy tones. "Go on then and take it. There's plenty more in here."

He'd even fish the man a second one. He looked like he needed — not a fish, maybe, but something. Something Wildflower didn't feel prepared to provide, whatever it may be, but what he did have was a fish.