Blacktail Deer Plateau fly away

My boss is sitting behind me loudly eating and drinking and it's making me homicidal. It's hard to focus, so pardon errors, haha. In other news: HALLO!

With the scent of rabbit thick in his nose, Peregrine trotted along a worn deer tail in search of its source, eagerly licking his chops with every brisk step. He felt quite a bit better now, though he imagined he would always sport a small cleft in his nose where the she-wolf's fang had snagged and torn the flesh. It didn't bother him and certainly didn't affect his sense of smell.

When he came close enough to his prey to hear its little paws scrabbling about in the dirt—his black ears twitched independently of one another, giving his hearing a bit of a surround sound effect—he also noticed the scent of another wolf. Rounding a bend in the path, he suddenly came upon his pack mate's rear. Well beyond the white male, the rabbit toiled in the wintry earth.

Figuring his pack mate was waiting to spring upon the unsuspecting hare, Peregrine glided alongside him. They'd never met but any wolf that carried Hawkeye's scent was accepted without question. They were from the same pack, so every effort each made to benefit the pack—such as slaying rabbits for the stockpiles—was a collaborative effort with mutual advantage.