The Call

Suzaro chuckled and soon arose from the safety and warmth of the den as the thickness of his pelt began to keep him warm from the surrounding climate. Her coat seemed to blend into the snow such like his own as she could smell the oncoming scent of rabbit that stayed intertwined in his nostrils. His lobes swiveled from side to side, trying to pinpoint the exact location of the prey, but, they were probably too far away to even hear a single thing. The alabaster male turned his crown to Trica, a smile spreading across the brute's maw as the sound of his stomach echoed throughout the forest, almost making it seem as if he were growling.

"Lead the way," he said, paws pointing forward to show Trica that he was ready for the hunt. He knew Trica probably wanted to show him that she could hunt as well, but, he thought he would be a gentleman and be the one to hunt and bring back kills so that his woman did not have to lift a single paw.