Rain RAIN! It was ruining all of his meat, the small birds he had gotten. He wasn't done playing with them yet, the grumpy wolf whined a little before sitting harshly on a river. Splattering water all over the place. Well - at least he'd be able to play with their bones and the like. Ritsy decided he'd look on the brighter side of things. He started to poke the little bird bodies with his paws. Laughing as he wagged his stump of a tail in the process. It would be a shame if someone discovered him now, not that he cared much. Just would be disturbed with the male playing with three small bird bodies as if they were toys. The glistening white teeth of the male glowed with the small amount of rain that fell. At one point he slipped in the mud. Ending up with a muddy bird in his mouth as he perked his head. Who was here? "Talk"

The slim figure that trotted along the riverside was not a common sight in the southern lands, particularly not with young pups in the pack and winter soon begun in the north. Still, she needed news, and had slipped away to learn of the doings of the southern packs. It was not good hearing - there was sickness everywhere, it seemed, and many packs had fallen of late. Many more were listlessly quiet, possibly the result of the disease that ravaged down here in the wet. The smell of sickness and, yes, death caused her pelt to prickle in instinctual caution. Already in her long journey down this way she had encountered a startling amount of death, lone wolves who had sickened and, with no one to treat them, died alone and unburied. She would have to take care to bathe herself thoroughly in running water before she reentered her packlands, to minimize the risk of returning bearing the disease upon her pelt...

Her head came up sharply, drawn from her inner musings by the sight of a strange young male playing with the bodies of dead birds. Not unusual behavior for a pup, perhaps, but this wolf was a mature male, far from a pup. Even with the seemingly constant rain sluicing much of the scent from the area, the male smelled wrong, and with all the sickness she had seen the odd behavior and scent made her bristle silently, silver eyes narrowing as she regarded the strange wolf.