The Heartwood all she wants

When the dark stranger noticed him, Arrakis dropped down from the tree trunk and shook his head. "I wasn't," he assured, and canted a velvet ear was he considered he might be the one at fault, "were you? I can help you find it again, if you'd like."

He wasn't sure what startled it, and supposed it did not matter, but he wasn't willing to let this stranger take the blame. Arry hadn't been hungry enough to claim the boar for himself, nor did he wish to be injured by its tusks - a potential death sentence for a loner. But the chances of a successful hunt increased with additional wolves, and so he did not regret his words.

He let his gaze linger on his newest companion's face, and orange eyes met briefly with cool emerald. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth with the offering of a name, and politely responded with his own: "I'm Arrakis."