
He was hungry.
This was nothing new. Pike was a big wolf with a bottomless pit for a stomach. At least he wasn’t starving and while he wasn’t starving he was lazy. Which meant the local rabbits didn’t have to worry about his presence.
They ignored him where he rested at the edge of the field, watching their tasty little bodies hop around without a care in the world. Every now and then Pike thought about making an effort but his head was in the dirt and his legs were stretched out, the sun hitting his side just right.
He’d find his mother and grandmother later and get them to feed him. There was no need to make a fuss right now.