what's the rock cooking?

I’m hungry. It was like those magic words set off a bell in Bas’s own head. His tummy immediately began to grumble, and he shook out his coat. Feeling minorly banged up from his rough and tumble with Hazel, but mostly just thrilled for the fun of playing with another wolf his age that wasn’t a sibling.

“I’m hungry.” he echoed, though his voice was thoughtful, not a whine. He glanced over at Hazel, his new friend. Because she was that now, wasn’t she? He glanced at her crumpled brow, and his tail began to wag. He understood the feel of a hungry tummy all too well. His felt like an empty cavern at least once a day.

“Follow me, Haze, I have an idea!” he said, and shot ahead without much more warning then that.

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