Birdspying

When a stranger came upon him and spoke a single word of greeting, Noel but blinked, distracted for a moment by the blood stains upon the other wolfs muzzle. But it wasn't something he hadn't seen, his own maw had been stained red before after a meal. Although since leaving the large pack far from Alactria his meals had been so much smaller. Of course he didn't have the number required to take down some larger creature whose flesh and blood he would consume and whose bones he would gnaw upon.

"Hello! Do the birds taste as good as they sound?" He wasn't above eating a bird, but they weren't really a meal, but an all too tiny snack. But he enjoyed the music they could make with their various sounds. Although the one that was more than just a bit off key pained his sense of hearing it was so shrill. "Think you can find that one and put it out of its misery?"

As long as this other young wolf wasn't a cannibal, he felt like he didn't have anything to fear. "I'm Noel Kringle, by the way, not that its important." He'd grown tired of saying the whole introduction over and over again. His lineage was important, but not on Alacatria. At least not yet.