Wapun Meadow road shimmer wigglin' the vision

their mouth was bleeding. they scrabbled pathetically in the meadow, trying to swallow as much grass as they could before ancelin came close. his nostrils searched for sickness in their scent, but all he could see was how hungry they acted.
by contrast, he and ameline were fine hunters and had kept themselves fed. they were a pair perfectly primed for winter's challenges.
his body relented its tension. ancelin licked his jaws, tail waving once to signal no attack. the figure was ailing fur racked over bones standing in complete relief, their eyes only a pair of scared bruises in their face. "stop eating that shit," he grunted, though in a friendly tone. "i can help you find meat."