Sequoia Coast sipping from a straw

[size=x-small]Not sure what prey he was hunting, so will be vague![/size]

Falwasi was impatient, and she wasn't ready to play charades. The wolf gave her a shrug, that clearly said he didn't understand. How could a wolf live in a pack's community without being able to communicate? Surely it should be entirely frustrating. The female could never do it.

The Creek wolf tilted her nose slightly upwards. Prey. Falwasi conjured an image of the beast in her mind. Large, delicious and vulnerable. She knew she was keeping the male from his hunt.

With a toss of her head in the direction of the prey, she spoke again. "Go," she said, hoping he would at least understand the two lettered word. He had been awfully patient with her; Falwasi would have never abandoned a kill like that, nor would she expect a stranger to join her in the hunt. It wasn't hers to snatch, after all.