Look Out!

There is a rabbit's nest nearby. +1 Health

It hadn't taken long for Mercy to notice a slight change in Crowe's demeanour. He was a bit more tense, a bit more distant. He didn't know why this change had occurred and didn't comment on it and chose to believe it was simply because he was more focused on finding food with the pack so they would last the winter. His mother, too, had taken on a more serious edge when the snow had begun to fall, so Mercy took the slight change in Crowe's behavior as a natural thing; he was adjusting, going into survival mode.

His head lifted and ears perked when Crowe suddenly stiffened and spoke with a tone that made the boy suspect that something was up. He could smell another wolf, a female, but had no idea why this was cause for alarm. He said he thought he knew the wolf...And when he shouted her name and ordered for her to show herself, Mercy went stock still. Crowe sounded angry- he'd never heard him that angry before. Dangerous, yes, but not angry. His eyes narrowed and lips peeled back- though he'd been told to stay quiet, a low growl found its way to his throat- this Frost had better comply with Crowe's orders...Or she'd have two very unhappy wolves on her trail. He moved closer to Crowe and squared his shoulders as his gaze swept over the scenery before him, searching for some sign of life that would suggest that Frost decided to follow the order she had been given.

She looked weak, bedraggled, dirty. Mercy wrinkled his nose slightly at the sight of her- she looked as though she was in very ill health and wouldn't last the winter. Mercy couldn't be bothered to shed much of a thought for her safety- if she'd ticked Crowe off- and it was fairly obvious that she had- then she didn't deserve their pity. The sneaky thing tried to beg and plead, so that she could go and hunt, something which irked Mercy, who uttered a soft growl. No. Hunting was his thing. They were close to Nomad's Pass lands- and no, she would certainly not be permitted to hunt, not when he and Crowe needed to eat.

When Crowe spoke sharply to the female, Mercy simply nodded, and felt proud that he'd been given priority. He would go find the rabbits, not this bedraggled, pathetic woman. Mercy nodded sharply, gave the weakened female one last scathing look and took off at at trot, his stride bouncy, flaunting the fact that he was definitely much higher up on Crowe's list than she. He could hear the tone of Crowe's voice rise as he trotted off, but didn't bother to judge or look back- she'd obviously done something wrong- he didn't know what- but she was going to pay for it now.

He moved through the snow with his nose held low, and found his way to a set of rabbit tracks which were fading in the snow, because of the wind. They led to a hole in the ground, wherein lie the strong scent of rabbit. Mercy scratched at the ground and began to dig, casting aside first the white of snow and then the brown of dirt. Every now and again he'd pause and stick his head into the hole to see how far he was away from the rabbit- it huddled as far in the hole as it could, but he was getting closer and closer, until it began to shriek as he dug. He snapped and snarled as he stuck his head in the hole again, catching bits of fur and the occasional limb as he tried to grab the prey and haul it out of its hiding place. A short struggle ensued, but the rabbit had nowhere to go.

He looked pretty proud of himself when he trotted back toward the other two, oblivious of whatever conversation had ensued following his departure. He set the rabbit by Crowe and sat down; the tension was still palpable. He was going to enjoy this.