Sleepy Fox Hollow Get Joanie on the phone, she'll leave us on a light

From the lower mountains did Wylla return, carrying with her a half-eaten rabbit. Its belly and chest had been nibbled away by hungry fangs, but the spine was intact, as was the lolling head and dangling hind limbs. Her fierce, sharp features were bathed in the blood of her conquest, and it was with a jovial step that the Pionier crossed back into Diaspora's territory and began to flaunt the thing around.

She dragged it through the snow, woofing roughly whenever she stopped to swing it through the air and growling playfully whenever it thumped back to earth. From afar, such a display was likely ridiculous to watch if not downright frustrating for how flippantly Wylla flung around a piece of food that could feed a pack member, but a closer look would reveal the opposite.

She was attempting to invite a packmate to play and partake of the food in a more engaging manner.