Noctisardor Bypass sunbeam showers

The Russian had set to his duties rather skillfully, filling multiple caches in quick succession. It was as if the prey didn't even acknowledge him until he was upon them, and even so, their feeble attempt of escape was futile.
With the exception of a a skinnier rabbit that was significantly closer to its burrow than the others, he had caught everything, easily.

Vector felt he deserved a drink, partially to quench his now apparent thirst, and Secondly to wash away the staining of the preys krov' that brought his muzzle a shade closer to his pelt.
However, at the steam he was at previously at alone, the recon scented another.

A girl. Not an elder, yet not a minor. Unwed. Of the Bypass.
Alone.

His first encounter with a pack mate. Briefly, he wondered her status in the pack, but after his extensive time in captivity, she would definitely be of higher than him.
No matter.

Padding up to the bank of the river, he lowered himself to the cool waters, and lapped silently. The casual placement of his form suggested he was comfortable in her presence, however, he angled himself at an angle where he could study her from his peripheral.

"Privet, devushka."

A formal greeting, but one none the less.