4/29/2025, 4:32 PM
Layre shifted and pressed russet paws into the dirt. Leaving deep set prints in his wake. Nose to the underbrush. He couldn't get her a full meal right this second. But a hare or two he figured wouldn't be to hard.
A sound beneath the loam. Small breaking and a rush forward to grasp one then two hares. Crunching down hard. He carried them back the way he'd come.
Blue eyes falling on the she wolf and the presenting of berries. A small twitch of maw. Almost a smile, but not quite.
A sound beneath the loam. Small breaking and a rush forward to grasp one then two hares. Crunching down hard. He carried them back the way he'd come.
Blue eyes falling on the she wolf and the presenting of berries. A small twitch of maw. Almost a smile, but not quite.