Bramblepoint red-hawk for dinner

A quiet cacophony greet him. The thrash of feathers gave him an idea of what he'd interrupted, and Aureli frowned, feeling more reluctant now to approach. But the bark seemed to invite him, so he make a low sound back in response and sought her out entire.

He lingered at the edge of conversational distance once he caught sight of her. She was pale, the way he'd seen in arctic wolves. No longer nursing, but he thought he saw little tells that she was still sustaining both herself and the pup that he smelled largely on her own. What of the pack he also smelled?

"Hello," he said, his voice low and melodic. He tried to look as though he was not hungry, and had in fact never felt the need to eat in his life. Pointedly, he did not look at her meal. "I apologize for the disturbance. I'm new to the area. I just wanted to know about the other wolves here."

He was ready to turn and run if she proved unreceptive.