Otatso Wetlands fangs of nyx

Silvermane had been scouting several parts of the land, for more of the fungi he had come to learn of, the colours and sizes stuck in his head, he had to find them for the preparing meal he had begun to make. He had realized the taste of several mushrooms could make food alot more splendid, or could drug the food heavily, and Silvermane was fine with any of those two. Perhaps he could grow to serve some food to his pack, so that he may earn some little trust, and then maybe they would think abit more on the electing. Odds are always bought he thought to himself, the previous days he had been silent, and watching. Now, he could finally start something. He began to hear a rustling of leaves near to where he was standing, easily, baring the moment, he pounced towards it, the little rabbit fleeing, he chased it down, picking it by the scruff, and crunching its neck in between his jaws, blood spilling down his mouth, he quickly licked it away, and carried it away, but as he was walking back to where he was standing, he saw a glimpse of fur, and of another wolf. He stepped back, and put it down, and gave out a soft bark to the stranger he had seen, this time hopefully not sparking conflict.