A loud screech awoken the male, his eyes fluttering open but his body remaining still. His view, still blurry from sleep, was of an earthy brown blob hunched over... something. His eyesight finally focused in on the mysterious shape.
That's... A wolf?
Once again, panic filled the young wolf's body, but he managed to stay still, hoping she would either take pity on him or assume he was long dead- Not too far of a stretch from his patchy, ragged coat and bobbed tail. His eyes shut closed again, dark brown orbs clenched with fear. Suddenly, an unusual scent wafted to his nose, tempting him, calling him. It was something he hadn't smelled in a while- A fresh kill. Bo became aware of the hare still resting under his paw, cold, lifeless, and sour. It simply couldn't compare to what was laying so closely out of his reach. Involuntarily, his mouth watered, and his ear twitched. He silently hoped that the wolf-female, judging by scent- hadn't noticed.