Silver Moraine berkanan; sustenance

Grayday's brows rose at this pronouncement. Not if you were going to die, you didn't. He padded closer to the other, nostrils flaring to test for signs of sickness or ailment, but nothing seemed to be wrong with the pale wolf before him. Perhaps he was just down on his luck, conserving energy. Not a bad tactic, but entirely useless if he was going to die by fruits and vegetables.

"Why don't you come home and let me feed you, and the next time we hunt, you can help," he suggested, although he was not sure how he felt about the young man just yet. He would not be allowed near the kids until he'd proved himself trustworthy, but Grayday saw no reason not to give him a chance. If the male ended up leaving before repaying the hospitality, it was only a few meals wasted.