Where Did I go Wrong?

He was out tracking down prey movement, and while it wasn't necessarily part of his job description, he mostly wanted to get away from Abaven for a bit. Especially after what he had accidentally done to Shaye. It wasn't bad but he didn't think it was good either. He was confused, and being around pack lands right now didn't help. He tried not to feel anything, but he had to admit, her passion and fire was attractive. It wasn't that he couldn't help himself, either. He had always been able to control himself...except that once, apparently. He supposed he could try to blame the emotional stress he was under, but the truth was, he liked Shaye. He admired her, cared for her, but alas he knew it could never be. She had been pregnant with someone's pups, though he wasn't yet aware that they were Rhyme's.

He shook his head as he scouted the terrain. His fox companions walking a little ways ahead of him, both holding something in their mouth. He had used every opportunity he could to teach them how to hunt, and they had proven to be fast learners. Finn held a snow hare in his jaws, while Lumi carried a rolled up deer fur they normally used as ground cover for the den, but she wanted to bring it along in case it got too cold. They walked along with their heads held high with pride, and he was pleased that they were doing so well despite the circumstances he had found them in.

He wasn't completely aware that they were nearing someone else, not until the musky scent of a wolverine caught his attention. He uttered a warning growl to the foxes since they probably couldn't smell it with the fresh kills in their mouths. Narrower crimson gaze slowly scanned his surroundings, wondering if the wolverine was close. Several yards away through the trees, he spotted a form huddled up in the snow. Head cocked slightly, confusion settling in. That...looked like the size of a small wolf, and far too big to be a wolverine. Carefully he moved closer, the wolverine scent growing stronger but he could now smell a she-wolf. Was she...dead? Had she fallen victim to the vicious predator?

The beginnings of a growl began to rise in his throat, but as he got a little closer, he began to notice that the wolverine seemed to be trying to keep the she-wolf warm. Hesitation settled in him as he let his growl die and his hackles lower a bit. His foxes looked at the pair with curiosity, though they kept their distance until it was safe. "Everything alright here?" He asked with a neutral tone. Part of him felt like it wasn't, seeing as how they were lying out in the snow and in the open. He could also see that the she-wolf looked thin...was she old? Or just undernourished? He couldn't see her face yet, so he couldn't tell just yet.

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