Joscelin

Mottled gray wolf trotted in, seeking some sort of light prey. His mother had sent him to hunt for a friend, and he had promised to bring back food. Crouching quietly, he waited.

Antiara

Antiara walked into the area known as the Tall grass prarie. She was a bit hungry and tired, for she didn't eat or sleep well when she was alone. She was without a pack and didn't feel like intruding on some pack's land and get hurt by them. Yes, Antiara was fully grown yet she was small for her age and breed. That didn't make life easy, but at least she was quicker than most larger wolfs.

She saw the other wolf, crouching, and walked towards him.
"Good hunting spot?"

Joscelin

He kept his voice low, barely even a murmur. I'm not sure. Just got here. I was sent to hunt for a friend in need. Help me and we split? It was an honest offer, for Joscelin was a very solid, dependable fellow, and would do as he promised.

Antiara

Antiara found him rather nice, willing to split if she helped him.
"Sure." She said, her voice low as she crouched so she wouldn't be seen by the prey.