White speckled toes splayed wide as I stretched within the warmth of my den. The darker hue that shadowed my undersides was exposed, for was sprawled out on my side, limbs rigidly extended away from my bodice with the tension of the stretching motion, until finally a yawn pulled my jaws wide and my legs curled back towards me once more. It was so cozy inside my den, lined with the pelts of the many animals that I had successfully hunted. After the myriad of prey I had taken, I still felt like I was improving with each hunt. There was always room to grow, to become better at my trade - to become the best. Twisting my head to glance over my back, I spotted the snow hare that I'd caught early that morning. Rolling over, I nosed its form, finding it still fresh if not warm any longer. Good.

Another yawn parted my jaws, and as the bridge of my nose furled with its ending a different kind of warmth flooded my den. Haziel. The darkened tip of my tail thumped once against the floor of my den, my heart skipping a beat in a rush of excitement, before I stretched forward to grab the hare in my jaws. I'd noticed the way that my imprint's ribs were a little more defined than they had been when we'd first met. I didn't want to upset him by saying anything about it, or go over the top with bringing him meals all the time, but surely he wouldn't turn down the offer to share my latest catch with me? I'd been planning to seek him out today to do just that, but it seemed he was coming to find me first. Rolling up onto my paws, I stepped towards the mouth of my den just as he spoke my name. A chill that had nothing to do with the cold winter air ran down my spine as I emerged.

A mouth filled with hare kept me from answering him, but I knew he would hear each step I took as I crossed the short distance to him before dropping the dead animal between us. "Hi Haziel," his name tasted better on my tongue than any prey could hope to. "Would you join me for lunch?" A smile touched my lips as my nostrils flared to take in his scent, a cologne that had quickly become my favorite scent to come across throughout Glorall. I hoped that I knew what his answer would be, so I scooped up the hare once more and barely brushed my shoulder against his, so briefly that if it weren't for his heightened senses - and our connection - another wolf would have surely just ignored it. But it was a cue to him, that I was changing directions. The more time we spent together the more I started to do these things without even thinking about them beforehand. Moving to a nearby tree with low hanging branches that had sheltered the ground beneath from heavy snow cover, I circled and laid down. Placing the hare to the side of my paws, I looked to Haziel expectantly. Sure, I'd implied that we would share the meal, but I'd already decided that I would give him the lion's share of the hare. So I waited for him to join me so that he could have the first bite. Guests first, right?