Phoenix Maplewood pieces of eight

he followed her scent. the smell of potential meat was a bonus. but he had gorged himself on their findings and was not truly hungry.
he found red in the company of bones, playing a bit. colt allowed her a scant few moments before his hard shoulders pushed through the undergrowth.
he looked back along his own shoulder to ensure he had not been followed, then looked back at her. "whatcha doin', redbird?"