"Worm?" Truffle giggled. "My name's truffle; like the mushroom." He said, straightening his face. His vision was slightly blurred- not that it wasn't normal for him- but it was worse today. He probably had something in his eye. "Wait here. I have a carcass.... Somewhere out here." Truffle said, standing up. Prey was hard for him to come by- but he was nice enough to share.

"Why are you named after a MUSHROOM, of all things?" Asked Sparrow. His claws were dirty, so he began cleaning them.

"I'll have you know that white truffles are gourmet, alright?" Truffle said. He stalked out of the den, heading further down the slope to the cougars kill he saw earlier. Luckily, a good amount of it was still there, so after he took a few bites, he ripped off a chunk of flesh for.. What was his name again? Sparrow?

He padded back into the den and dropped the piece of flesh at Sparrows paws. "Here." He said, sitting back down on the opposite side of the den.

I'll let you stay on my lawn if you reply <3

He ate hungrily, sassily ignoring his manners. His tail swished as he sat up, done eating. "Okay, Mushroom. What do you want to do?" His ears perked as he sat up, cocking his handsome head at the other wolf. He really examined him for the first time, and realized that Truffle was actually pretty cute...

Truffle groaned. "Mushroom?" He whined. "Close enough.." He said with a sigh. "We could... Sleep? The sun is setting. Not much else to do at the moment.". Truffle yawned, stretching. H looked back into Sparrows gray eyes. Pretty.

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Gay >:O

He looked away suddenly, embarrassed, but he didn't know why. "Sure." He said. He shivered suddenly, cold, and he looked jealously at Truffle's soft, warm fur. He curled up, his paws twitching a bit as he relaxed. Those herbs had really helped, his paw barely hurt anymore.

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Yes, and?

Truffle sighed, curling into a ball. He was on the opposite side of the den from Sparrow, his chest rising and sinking slowly. His eyes fluttered shut after looking at Sparrow for a second more.

Sparrow watched Truffle fall asleep, shivering. It was a cold night, and his fur was thin. He'd already shed into his summer coat, and it had been so cold frost had formed on the ground and trees for the past few nights. But he'd at least been able to snuggle up in the coyotes warm den before. Now, it was just cold.

Truffle twitched in his sleep. He snored faintly, seeming to whine every once and a while. He seemed to be dreaming. The den wasn't very big, so if he had rolled over, say, twice, he'd probably run into Sparrow. Lets hope he doesn't do that.