(I got Pitch, he's still a loner)
Pitch focused on the rabbit, waiting for the perfect time to attack. He leapt out of hiding, easily killing the rabbit. He took a bite and looked around curiously.
Duke was laying down near the mouth of the den that he found. He heard some twigs snapping near by and lifted his head. The wind shifted just right and Duke caught the scent of a wolf near by. He jumped to his feet, hackles raised.