Blackfeather Woods a wolf hunts a mouse. the reason will make you cry

The boy, ashen fur ruffling in the cold breeze, watched from a slight distance. He had come back from a hunting trip of his own, but his catch had already been buried. Neo curled his grey tail around his paws, piercing blue gaze focused on the small pup as he launched onto something hidden from sight (at least, to Neo). The older spiderling raised a brow, peeking through the vegetation in the forest. He approached then, slowly, and his paws brought him closer his eyes sought out what had been caught. He found it, then, and his gaze flicked back up to the boy. He nodded in greeting, then flicked his tail. "Well done." He spoke, voice deep as he realised the mouse was laying dead at the pup's paws.

Normally he would not initiate conversation, but his presence would likely have not been ignored for much longer. Besides, he was midly curious. He did not recognise this young wolf, and his mind drifted back to Maegi - was this, perhaps, one of her siblings?