The other wolf only looked on, his face holding mingled emotions of
embarrassment and longing. He started to head back into the forest,
but stopped, and looked back to see how the three were faring with
their prey.
Silver's mouth began to water despite her throbbing in her leg
before she realized an important issue. In wolf culture, the Alpha
always got their food first. She looked around nervously,
unsure of what to do.
A wolf suddenly appeared in front of Silver after she’d gone into
the woods. It was the same one as earlier. He looked startled,
blushed, and dropped the rabbit he’d been carrying. The rabbit that
Ash and Forestfire had caught earlier.
Silver flitched back a small step, startled by the wolf's
appearance. Her hurt paw smacked the ground hard, and she fell down
out of pain. She looked up feebly at the wolf, considering what to
say. "You can have that... " She started, thinking about the
gazelle back at camp. She tried to stand up, but her legs began to
wobble.
He leaned down to Silver’s injured paw, sniffing it curiously.
“Sore, bruised,’” he murmured to himself, looking around at the
trees and bushes. Seeing the plants he wanted, he used his teeth to
rip off some leaves, and pressed them down onto the paw.
“Sorry…. Silver, Ash. I left it by the place we hunted the
gazelle.” Forestfire sighed. Why would she let Silver do the job?
Forestfire, herself was responsible for the rabbit. She then
followed beside Silver “Silver! Wait for me!” She yelled as she ran
into the woods, thinking about the guilt.