"Why aren't you helping it?" came a still-youthful voice from behind Fia as she stared at the struggling rabbit. His orange eyes moved slowly from lapine creature to the familiar bright red pelt of the young woman. They'd met briefly when they were pups, and he could remember a name - Fiamette, but could remember little else about her. He rarely wandered from home, and yet twice now out of that handful of times he'd run into her. Strange. He'd not, in fact, even had a reason to leave pack lands today, only that odd restlessness that seemed to infect many yearling wolves though he was in general he simply ignored it. He'd seen the bright red of her coat against the blackness of the tar almost immediately upon entering these lands, and had gravitated toward that one bright spot of color. He was nearly oblivious to the nuances of her body language, seeing only her, staring at the rabbit as it thrashed squealing, and not much moved to hasty action he stayed where he was, a few feet away, as he watched.
