<span style="font-family:Arsenal">As much as he was trying to put on a show of having no intent to cause harm, Micah also tried to remind himself that approaching stray wolves could be quite dangerous at times, depending on the situation and depending on what they had been through. He’d seen his pack attempt to bring on strays in the past only to lead to results that encompassed many injuries and many memories no one wanted to hold onto. Even though his body put on a show of being harmless, his muscles were still tight in places that would allow him to react quite quickly should anything start heading down darker paths. He would’ve been crazy if he wasn’t ready to move. <br/>
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His ears twitched briefly when the wolf growled again, but he could tell from what he heard that this was a wolf who didn’t have much strength left which only strengthened Micah’s own resolve to help. Micah didn’t step forward further right away, though. No, he waited until the replying whine, the show of submission, the signs that he wouldn’t be harmed if he got any closer. There was a soft and gruff sort of hum that came from Micah’s muzzle at that point and it wasn’t quite clear what it was meant to be; the only obvious thing was that it wasn’t meant to be frightening or intimidating. Perhaps it was an attempt at comfort or something of the sort, but even Micah didn’t know. Communication between wolves was odd like that and he was still learning the intricacies of it himself. <br/>
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Everything he did after that was entirely pleasant, though… or, it was meant to be at the very least. He curled himself up next to the other wolf briefly as a show of friendliness and in an attempt to allow the other wolf to explore him with his senses if he wished for a moment or two. Wolf senses were a lot more dominating than human ones; that much Micah knew well enough. <br/>
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What came next was a series of gruffs, grunts, howls, whines and other various communications. Essentially, Micah was asking, both with his movements - nudging the wolf softly - and with his other methods whether or not the wolf could walk. He had found him lying on the ground so Micah really couldn’t be sure. “Can you walk?” “Back to the pack.” “I can help you.” They were all things Micah was trying to get across to varying degrees. <br/>
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Before he could fully manage to get a response, though, there was another rustling in the trees around them and Micah’s whole body went rigid as his senses shifted to address whatever might be disturbing them. Nothing about him moved as he worked to pinpoint it. However, when he sniffed out the rabbit that somehow thought it was safe to be so close to two wolves, everything about him shifted just slightly. His weight rebalanced itself to prepare for movement and he also glanced at the wounded wolf briefly as if to say, ‘Stay here and keep quiet.’ Or something along those lines, at least. <br/>
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A few movements were made with caution and Micah’s ears remained pricked at full alert status. When he bought himself enough room to pounce, that’s exactly what he did. The sound of a rabbit squealing right before it gets killed is not what Micah ever would’ve expected before he became a wolf. He was used to it by now, though. And it was the same sound that pierced the air as he snapped this rabbit’s neck. It was quick and probably mostly painless, although he always doubted the rabbit would agree with that if given the chance to voice an opinion. Re-emerging from the undergrowth of the woods, Micah had a muzzle covered in blood and a rabbit in his mouth - a rabbit which he promptly dropped in front of the other wolf and nudged towards him. <br/>
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‘This is yours,’ he seemed to say.</span>