Bramblepoint BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Finally, the great creature's energy waned as death took the last of its life. The light from its incensed gaze faded away and its muscles went slack. Every wolf dragged the bear to the ground when they knew the fight to be over, and some wasted no time digging into their supper - ravenous hunger motivating every one. However, some of the Fen wolves stepped to the side, either to tend to their wounded or to wait for their turn in respect of pack laws. However, the Silvertip wolves, though respectful in what part of the kill they fed upon, did not wait for Pearl to take her piece.

Valtyr, feeling gutsy from their victory, felt the need to assert himself at the table - if anything, to keep the Silvertip wolves in check (or so he hold himself). He took his place near the silver Ezekiel, body rigid as he dug into their kill. All the while, his copper eyes looked around at the others, watching for any sign of hostility.