Lost Creek Hollow The prowler needs a jump

The russet she-wolf's tone implied food - don't ask me, how Nunataq knew it. She just did, same as household dogs recognize the sound of fridge being opened or crinkling of plastic bags, where tasty treats are hiden inside. When they set on the way to their lunch place, the girl chose to walk behind the lean and bony fellow, ready to nip at his heels and thus speed him up, in case he decided to lag behind too much. There was some order in this group and judging by the way the guy had surrendered the bones and how he acted around the other she-wolf, she had concluded that he did not stand particularly high in the hierarchy. Therefore some sharp-toothed, but well meant guidance was definitely in place.