Chimera Fields a body moving through space

By the time half the hare was tossed in his direction, Yosemite was shaking from hunger and anticipation. He fell on it with a shrill cry of relief, crunching down on bone and sinew alike in his quest to fill his empty, aching belly. Even a good bit of the fur went down his greedy gullet, and for a good minute, everything that was not his small and sad but life-giving meal blinked out of existence.

So he was startled when the other wolf spoke again, his voice much closer than Yosemite had been expecting, and far louder than he was prepared for either way. The boy scrambled away with a yowl that was one part warning and two parts fearful scream.

Bewildered (and a good ten feet away) Yosemite watched the male as he was beset upon by some invisible foe. It took him a few seconds with his brain moving like it was swiming through quicksand to understand that it was the pain of a previous injury ailing him.

"Are you alright?" the boy asked, creeping closer once more, now that he was not so afraid of being attacked. It was hard to care what happened to perfect strangers when he was dealing with his own woes, but he felt two things now for the stranger: Gratefulness, of course, for the meal he had been given, but also a more selfish interest in his survival.

After all, he had already been persuaded to share one meal. Perhaps he would be just as kind in the future.