Blacktail Deer Plateau Not your son, Not your friend

I am behind but I wanna snag one with him!!!

Dante was actually actively seeking the tiny shadow that had been trailing about the plateau of late, a middle-size pheasant clasped in his jaws. The boy needed to eat and Dante wasn't sure who was feeding him. He had been so busy he hadn't had the chance to meet him yet but had been intending to since seeing him at the pack meeting.

Following the scent, he came to where it was strongest, then lay the bird down at his feet. With a low bark he announced his presence, wondering if the child would come out.