Dragoncrest Cliffs Sit still, look pretty

Between the four of them, they made decent progress toward the caverns. As they neared the entrance, Wildfire clenched her teeth a little too hard, her fangs slicing clean through the hunk of flesh in her mouth. It tore off unexpectedly, causing Wildfire to snap backward and fall hard on her rump. She blinked in surprise, the bloody chunk of blubber dangling from her snout, then gathered her wits and stood.

She spat the ragged morsel onto the ground, then tore it into smaller pieces, quickly bolting them down to avoid waste. Wildfire then jumped back in and clamped onto another section of the carcass, helping the group tow it the last few feet until they were indoors. It wasn't exactly warm inside, yet the lack of windchill was certainly noticeable. The Bandrona felt sensation returning to her extremities, accompanied with a bit of a burning, tingling sensation.

Letting go of the dead seal, Wildfire licked a waxy layer of fat off her lips and then grinned at her four comrades before peering deeper into the cave. Surely the smell of flash frozen meat would summon the rest of the pack to the proverbial supper table.