Honeyed Pasture d r i f

Gunnar was entirely unsure how to peoceed. He hadn't had much rhyme or reason to hang out with pups. And this one quite suddenly seemed sad.

She stared at him and his fur prickled uncomfortably. What did she want. And could he even provide.

Her next movement he drew back in surprise. And realized instinctually what she wanted, but he hadnt eaten and she wasn't his. It felt wrong.

Could she chew on dead rabbit? He wondered