Silver Moraine BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

A guttural snarl vibrated in her throat as Wildfire's teeth latched onto the dying (or dead) calf's haunch. She didn't even bother with trying to drag it to the ground or tug it out of the other wolf's grasp. Instead, the yearling bit down with all her might, then jerked her head to the side. She ripped the hot flesh right off the bone, a whole, bloody mouthful of it. When she fell back—nearly losing her footing—she rapidly swallowed. The hunk of meat throbbed down her throat and, unthinkingly, the she-wolf sprang in for more. Her brain had gone offline, feral instincts taking over and turning Wildfire into a shark in bloody water.

She was dimly aware of other wolves arriving, growls and snaps echoing around her, but she intended to ignore them as she fed, taking what she could get until something or other forced her away. But then she recognized a particular scent in the melee. In the middle of attempting to tear another morsel off the ungulate's shank, she released her grip and straightened, turning her head to watch the dark commander attack an unfamiliar wolf, alongside some of Drageda's finest. Wildfire's lips snaked back in a defensive grimace and she resumed her butchery (unless otherwise interrupted), now intent on pulling off a morsel for the battle-ready Heda. She would need it after she surely slew he who dared tried to stand against the dragons.