Qeya River Joining The Pack!

When the rabbit bounded past him, it blundered blindly through the reeds and caused a ruckus when it hit the water. Scrambling furiously for a foothold, the creature righted itself within moments and cast the bewildered wolf a terrified look before it bolted off once again for cover. 

Ksura’s tongue hung from his mouth still, as he’d been mid-lap when the commotion had occurred. He sniffed, flicked his tongue across his whiskers and shook his coat remove the beads of water that had been flung at him. 

One more rabbit within their borders was always welcome- but what caught his attention was the rabbit’s behavior. Something had either startled it, or had been chasing it- assuming the latter, he trotted down the path the rabbit had come, only to find a female wolf haunting the lands not far from the border. 

If that was your rabbit that just dashed in that direction, He waved a slim leg in the direction of the pack, Thanks, uh, for the future meal. However, He said, drawing in a breath. He squinted at her lightly. It’s not really good form to be hunting so close to a pack’s borders. The river valley, just beyond that dip in the landscape there? That belongs to us. He explained.