Haunting

Enrico's ears caught the crackle of old leaves beneath paws that weren't his own, drawing his attention moments before a rangy gray youth stepped out. He stopped and immediately dropped the peahen at his paws, ready for a fight if it was forthcoming, but the taller female didn't seem like she was going to seek to steal his meal. Instead - so he surmised after a brief struggle with translating her words - she seemed to be offering to hunt with him. He eyed her with suspicion, but forbore asking what she'd be getting out of such a deal; after all, it was pretty obvious what she'd be getting out of hunting with another wolf. She was young, and young wolves out on their own for the first time often didn't have the experience to hunt for themselves consistently. No lone wolf did as well on their own - the young fared even worse. The suspicion was softened by an unwelcome upswell of sympathy for the stranger. Perhaps the risk of trusting a stranger would be worth the benefit. He tilted his head to her in an unconsciously graceful gesture of greeting. "Perhaps to being beneficial, this would be," he acknowledged. Glancing down at the peahen by his feet he hesitated. It would make a good meal for a single wolf, but he couldn't risk bringing it back to his den - he would have to bury it here and return for it, at risk of the youth reaching it before he did. The thought of larger prey made his mouth water, though, and with a sigh he scraped out a hole for it. As he dug he added. "Observed I near this place, a den of... porcellini... how to say..." he paused for a moment in frustration. "The... oink-oink?"