Redhawk Caldera Drunk lambs in a wolf party

Elwood busied himself with grooming his messy paws as Pantaleimon ate. Only once the other male was done and had addressed him did he look up, satisfied that his toes had been restored to their natural charcoal hue. "You read my mind," he replied with a grin; he had been in a good mood before, but the success of their hunt had raised his spirits even further.

"There's a spot not too far from here," he said as he took to his feet and stepped back towards the carcass. He nudged at a leg bone with a considerable amount of meat still clinging to it, then took it in his mouth. They would have to make a couple of trips in order to store all of the remains. He then turned and padded towards a copse of short trees.

One of the bigger trees had a large hole in its trunk, formed by a gap between the roots and the ground. Within, there was already the leftovers of what appeared to have once been a squirrel. Elwood pushed aside the old corpse and deposited the deer's thigh, then backed up to let Pantaleimon leave his share.