Rescuing lonely threads!
The smell of meat permeated the air; it had been some time since Mesa had a warm meal and he was eager to suss out where this scent would draw him.
He had followed the river for a while and hoped to find some fish. Instead — as he failed to sit patiently enough to catch anything — he took the time to soak himself in the cold water and to drink until his belly was fit to burst.
The smell twisted its way between the trees and Mesa followed after it, stealing through the shadows as he went. He paused when he came across the sight of freshly tilled earth and began to sniff along the soil there, shoving his nose at the surface as a truffle pig might. He found the musty scent of hide there, gripped, and tugged free a skin.
There was no meat attached to it, which was frustrating. He then dropped the skin and began to scour the area again, and this led him away from the cache and towards the bloated silhouette of a belly — as well as a small wolf-shape. The wolf did not look healthy to him; she had a mottled coat and short, curled ears. Her size made him think she was young.
As Mesa approached he held the proud posture of dominance; except as he neared her position, he felt his bladder quake, sending a shiver through his hips and tail that briefly weakened his posture. He drew towards the carcass with the full intention of muscling his way past the stranger.
The woman's reaction barely earns anything from Mesa. He's half distracted by the prospect of a meal and half trying not to piss himself, so, a little attitude from the smaller wolf doesn't phase him much.
He strides stiffly along, the coarse off-white of his ragged shoulder fur puffing up a bit. Before he can do much else beyond pushing the physical boundary, there comes the shiver across his withers again. Unable to stop himself now — as he'd filled his belly with water to stave off the worst of his hunger in recent hours — Mesa took one more step and felt a flood of warmth to his extremeties.
The urine streaked down his legs and puddled beneath his belly, where the arc of yellow sprayed heartily. He was too close to the carcass; it soon would be soaking in that same puddle, and he didn't appear to notice or care. The feeling of relief caused the rest of his posture to slacken immediately -- until he had an empty bladder, feeling much more comfortable.
The carcass now reeked, of course.