A Story about Yellowfang and Autumn Feather

AutumnFeather's right ear flicked for a second as he listened to Yellowfang. "No. Mine was fairly easy. At least you got a nice run from chasing yours down. I almost missed catching mine." AutumnFeather barked. He was getting more and more nervous as he tried to find a way to tell her. He looked down at the dead rabbit that was laying at his paws. "We can eat now if you would like." AutumnFeather barked, his eyes still on the rabbit. He couldn't dare look at her in his embarrassment at being such a coward.

The she-wolf went to sit down on her haunches and looked up from the animal to Autumn Feather as he said that it was easy. Nodding that that the chase was nice, but she had hoped to avoid it. Oh well you can’t expect from your prey to sit still for an easy capture. Yellowfang cocked her heard to the right on hearing the last part, as that is not something for him. “Oh?” yipped she curiously, wanting to hear more about that.
This time she noticed that there was something with her longtime friend, as his barking and body language transmitted nervousness. As she tried to figure it out on what could make him jumpy, she got startled by his suddenly change of subject, followed by a growling sound of her stomach.

“Ah! Yes of course, let’s eat while it is still fresh. Bon appétit Autumn Feather.” barked Yellowfang, followed by lowering her front half, so that her rabbit was laying between her front legs. Placing a paw on the carcass to prevent it from moving too, she started to eat her kill.

A few minutes into eating her hare, she looked up at Autumn Feather with the front of her muzzle colored lightly red and saw that her companion didn’t had touched his food yet. “Is there something wrong Autumn Feather?”