Barrow Fields wayward

Fitter wolves, he knew, could take down deer on their own. This had never been Aureli's lot in life. As much as he prided himself on the ability to live life as a lone, traveling physician on his own terms, it was a boon to find another wolf willing to hunt with him. He strove to contribute as much as she did, and as a result, was panting and exhausted by the end.

Thus, Disa was allowed first pick of the kill while the physician recovered.

His voice was just a little hoarse when he answered: "Yes."

Shortly and simply. The question, while not quite offensive, was one he found quite tiresome. Especially as tired as he was already. But, obligingly, he lifted his head to give a low, crooning note. It was a beat or two before the brush began to rustle.

"There she is," he sighed — for Moke was no more impressive as a real creature than she was as a fake one. "Yes, hello," he said to the animal, who had come out of the brush to ram her head affectionately against his paws.