Moonspear ring of fire

Dragomir couldn't often be found at the rendezvous, so it was a rare thing for Hydra to arrive while he was still lounging there. When he wasn't hiking restlessly up and down the mountain, the black juvenile was out looking for clues to his sister's whereabouts; spending any time around the resident pups fell low on his priority list at present.

But he was there when Hydra arrived with several coons, and he was quick enough to rise to his paws and trot in her direction. Antares rose from the shadows as well, every bit a sneaking specter until the moment he emerged. Dragomir's ears swivelled to the dark-furred cub, alert and wary. His others siblings might arrive soon and though there had been no indication so far that they would make any effort to bully him away from food in this time of scarcity, he was keenly aware that he was the outsider where the pups were concerned. Older, yes, but also alone with no littermate to back his claims.

Perish the thought; he could not dwell on his sister's painful absence right now. Instead he dove to snatch at one of the coons, proferring it in the air for Antares to take the other end if he fancied a game of tug. Until the other cubs arrived, there was no reason to be over-cautious.