Silver Moraine BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

It wasn't long before others showed, and seconds later he had his jaws locked around the things throat. Only one of his own had come so far, but the male was convinced this was most of another. At once, what he assumed was the alpha, rushed for him. He was forced to let go, attempting to stand on it to keep his claim while snapping his jaws for the face of the dark female.
She and the others backed him off a few steps, and heat flashed through his face in the form of a gash, blossoming across his cheek. Charley finally snapped back at the dark alpha who'd landed the hit, aiming for her face and hoping to duck to the side before getting hit again whether his teeth connected or not. Dancing to the side, the Pryor twin tried using the only option left of getting food other than fighting for it. 
This was neutral territory, and he'd caught it: but unless Reek showed up to help him out there would be no way he could keep the calf. 
           "We can split it!"
Perhaps they could each take a part? Much as it burned him to even offer, at least they would all survive a little longer. More wolves were arising and the patchy male could only hope his packmates came soon.