There was no trickery involved as Gavin vanished from where he had found Gilroy, he merely had grown bored of playing with the rabbit, and because he was not hungry, he did not bother to eat it. Let the red male have the small scrap of a meal, it wasn't enough meat to satisfy a pup, let alone a grown wolf. Putting the incident behind him, he simply moved on, having had a bit of fun and letting the other werewolf in the area know that he was here and that he was the better wolf.
Still, he couldn't help but think back on the encounter. The young wolf was obviously starving. Either the other was truly a poor hunter, unable to find enough small prey, or simply too weak to bring down larger, more satisfying game. Gavin had no reason to care if the other wolf starved to death. He was in no way attached to the male, by blood or bond, and he didn't know why he even thought about the pup's predicament. Of course he did know why. The black wolf just didn't want to admit it.
Guilt over leaving his sister behind still plagued Gavin. For all he knew she had starved to death already without him there to hunt for her. He had walked away from a starving wolf that had needed him, and here he was, doing it again. Of course, he owed a lot more to his sister, but he could at least honor her by helping the young male, Nisha would have wanted him to. There was something other than that, though, the male had caught a rabbit, which meant he was able to hunt. Having a second wolf around could prove useful.
Having made up his mind, Gavin went on the hunt himself. That rabbit wouldn't be a good enough meal for a starving male. He considered hunting deer, but that would prove too much of a hassle. Catching and killing it would be easy enough, but he wasn't going to drag a large game animal around to find the other, who had likely already fled. Even as he considered what to hunt, the answer came to him. A pheasant was startled by his passage and took wing.
A leap and snap of the jaws later and Gavin was trotting through the forest once again, his prize dangling from his jaws. Not a large meal, but certainly better than nothing. Retracing his steps to wear he had confronted the pup was easy, tracking him wasn't difficult either, he merely followed the pup's scent. A bit of water might have given him trouble, but the trail was just on the other side. So was his goal.
He could smell the young male, the scent was strong and close, he eyed the patch of bushes with thorny briars that the pup had taken refuge in. Creeping forward carefully and quietly he lowered himself to the ground and poked his head into the entrance of the small 'den' of sorts. "Hello again, little pup."