Heron Lake Plateau theodore rex

He'd spotted the tracks and taken it upon himself to follow them, eager to test his tracking skills; that, and he was curious. The pawprints carried a scent familiar to the young blackthorn (the distinct smell that the redhawk wolves all carried), but when he distinguished who among the group it was, specifically, Cinder couldn't recall talking to him face to face. 

When he emerged from the undergrowth with a flash of silver, the youth's glittering bronze eyes danced over first to Phox; he was a large wolf, draped in monochrome hues of black and silver - he could not see the wolf's own eyes, for he was facing the other way, absorbed in admiring... what was he looking at? Intruige sparkling in his gaze, Cinder tip-toed forward and poked his head from around Phox's shoulder (though he'd likely already been spotted). "What'cha doin'?"

...was that a dead rabbit? Why wasn't he eating it, or burying it?