by Sharpie Sniffer » Sat May 05, 2012 6:01 pm
The fact that wolves ate according to rank had all but slipped his mind as he slowly relaxed into a laying position beside the kill, daintily crossing his forelegs and resting his head upon them. His stomach continued to quietly hum but he ignored it still. Tail brushing absentmindedly across the ground and displacing debris, he began to amuse himself by watching ants scatter at the slightest gesture. Turning and slowly succumbing to hunger pangs, he began to nose a single leg. Before he could comprehend, he had braced a paw against the carcass and with a lethal pivot of his head, tore off the limb of the doe. Crimson seeped out onto the pale brown fur and trickled down to paint his muzzle a miraculous scarlet. He dragged his leg a few feet away to the seclusion of a bush where he chewed and ravaged the leg until it was nothing but bone and fat too dense to eat. He was still not quite satisfied, but sustained enough for now. To distract himself he began to gnaw on the bone.

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adore sparkle-dogs. Feel free to trade with me! I don't bite, often...