The Heartwood passport, please

He had offered his services to the gray-eyed female, to become one of her founding pack members, but it did nothing to silence his growling stomach. The giant lumbered around the place, looking for any kind of food. Carrion, recent dead, or otherwise. But to no avail.

He did, however, see a white flash in the darkness every now and then. The hybrid's eyes widened in curiosity. Was it food? He trailed the flashing white beacon for a while, hoping his huge frame wasn't making too much noise, which it most likely was. But he managed to get closer and closer, until he eventually found it. And it was not food. "How're ya doin' t'night, shayner?"