Wapun Meadow road shimmer wigglin' the vision

they weren't in any condition to hunt, ancelin saw that much. their submissive body language eased that part of the former redtail struggling to be born; he cleared his throat. "stay here."
they were starving and spooked, bad combination for stealth hunting and patience. "wait." he gestured. "i'll come back."
whether or not the stranger would stay put while he was gone was another story.
he came back in near an hour later, having hunted near a glade reeking of foxpiss and catching a rabbit too foolish to live if it was anywhere near that place. it hung warm and limp in his teeth as he trotted back to where he had left the scrawny thing.