Deepwood Weald BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

The gold chap was buzzing for a fight. He stood there, poisoned and itching, eyeing up the two strangers and prepping a snap at the less dominant one. But his Alphas denied Goldhawk the chance, and he respected that at once. Ahh it was a shame though. A fight and a meal? That would've been glorious.

But at least they got the meal, and Goldhawk remained a full pace behind his Lady and Lord as he waited for his turn, swallowing his appetite and eyeing the departing strangers before he eyed that sweet red meat.