Lost Creek Hollow The prowler needs a jump

Joss watched with a jaded gaze as the young wolf sprang forth as soon as he stapped back from the bone chips, but felt somewhat satisfied by the fact that she didn't find anything useful there. Joss had made short work of getting every bit of nutrition out of the meagre deer's leg, and really hadn't left anything behind for the young wolf to nibble on. He felt no shame, though; it'd been a poor prize to find to begin with, and it wasn't like the younger wolf really needed it; she looked healthy enough anyway. 

Mona beckoned him to go with her, and the young one brightened quickly at this suggestion and drew to her side. There was a proud way about her, and though she said she didn't need a plaything, she did seem content enough with ordering him around. So when she beckoned him the second time, he lowered his head, turned his ears back and began to follow her. She seemed to think she was doing the right thing by dragging him along to find a meal- and truth be told, he needed it- but he didn't like the fact that he was being ordered to follow her. He suppose she'd get some sort of satisfaction from treating him like a charity case, so he simply pouted and skulked along behind her silently.