Sun Mote Copse tell me that story about the west again

absolutely! I need some more for big boy :)

Slavik wandered in the tar of night, when finally he caught onto a scent. Grouse, a bird he was quite familiar with from his first year on the plains. His stomach cheered him on, another roar and rumbled at his core. As he followed the bird's scent he caught the scent of another wolf, not Speedy but an unknown male. He wasn't stalled in the slightest. He was a naïve man, and so in his eyes this other was no competitor, but a yet to be hunting acquaintance.

He came to find his company before he found the meal, he could see a black silhouette floating across the forest. It was an almost ghoulish sight, but Slavik knew this was only a wolf. He let out a friendly chuff to get the other's attention, hoping they could agree to work together to catch their quarry.