Haunted Wood Abdim's stork

This was the second rabbit he had offered to a stranger in the wood. No matter. Siskin could hunt for more. The river would provide him with fish and frogs. The trees were filled with the patter of prey paws against the earth and in the rustling of the leaves.

Pulling one of his rabbits from the greenleaf, Siskin carried it proudly to his company and placed it beside the dark-furred wanderer. The riverwolf was pleased to see the other man settle into a comfortable spot. Without pause, the slim wolf plopped himself down beside his companion and flashed a foxy grin.

Please, please, do enjoy yourself. It’s quite the sight, hm?

Siskin’s starlight eyes danced along the running river water.