hunger had led him to a place that seemed to be swarming with wolves. some were off to the side, while others were wildly chasing something that the red-headed boy could not see at first. but once their scent hit his nose and registered in his mind, his mouth began to water. bunnies. lots and lots of bunnies. sweet, delicious, tender, juicy bunnies. and just when he was about to bound after the make-shift pack running them all down, he paused as movement off to the left caught his eye. though invisible to most as the other wolves were either watching each other or the chase in action, there was a nice, plumb little bunny in a bush, frozen in hopes to remain concealed. and yet it was too late for it, for rio had his sights set. with swift and graceful movements, he pounced as he had when he was young, heavy and firm paws coming down on the morsels back and neck, instantly snapping and breaking and killing.
satisfied with his small but yet yummy meal, he's quick to dispatch it, greedily consuming every bit of it. licking his only slightly bloodstained chops, he has a moment to look up and around himself for the first time. there are many wolves here he does not know, and while normally he would approach one or two or three of them to introduce himself- there are simply too many for him to choose from. and so he sits on his haunches, ever the proud handsome gentlemen, his bright, citrine gaze roaming from wolf to wolf to wolf to wolf. he recognizes one as foxtail, the girl he had met earlier and who had extended an invitation from her and her friend tybalt. rio wondered fleetingly if the dark male she had sat near to was this tybalt, but as they did not seem to actually know one another, he figured not. and so the russet boy sat as thus, pondering his thoughts and waiting to see if there was anyone new to meet that he could approach- or vice versa.
who'll have mercy on my soul
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