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Oh dear, Dragonfly was living up to the thrill of the hunt. An electric tingle ran down his spine as he anticipated to dive in at the perfect moment while bathing in a hunter's thrill for the kill. And while the moment to strike drew near, another wolf purposely stood on a twig and alerted the rabbits that danger was near. Disappointed by the sound, he saw them all retreat back inside their little burrows. Then a few curses followed nearly inaudible as he wondered who or what could be so stupid. Grumpiness followed once more after a roaring pang of hunger grumbled in his gutter.

The alerting sound was caused by a wolf and a big one at that. The other wolf towered much higher than the medium-sized Dragonfly. There was an air of enigma and mischief that lingered around the other wolf and Dragon was drawn to it like a moth to a flickering flame. In any other situation he might feel upset and disappointed now that his opportunity to hunt rabbit passed by but in this moment he only saw opportunities and chances. Because -- hello -- this was Jason Momoa in sheep's, no in wolf clothing. Who could resist? Not Dragonfly.

"Evening." He replied casually while contemplating all his options. "Hunting." He added. He wasn't quite sure whether he could trust the other wolf; that feeling was caused by either his size or the mysterious air that surrounded him. Despite a rather unwary feeling, he decided to take the chance and test out how far his luck would get him. "Care to join in on the adventure?" Dragonfly asked half-foolish, half-brave. Of course that question was related to hunting: but he wasn't quite sure how Kynareth would interpret it.