Hell

The sound of another approaching caused the alpha female to bristle. Her interest in company was the same as ever: nonexistent. She wanted to nap... but, the smell of food also came to her, and Tonravik found that her hunger was endless. So she did not snarl or push him away from her; instead, she drew nearer, reaching for the pheasant, and then retreated into the darkness to eat as though she hadn't in days.

Which was not true; she was well-fed and catered to according to this voracious appetite of hers. But the alpha female had no table manners and ate as though every meal was her last. The tender meat and warm blood satisfied her enough to not snap at him or chase him away. No, instead, she wanted his company. The leader again lay down slowly on her side to cool herself further, and for now, the bear cubs within her were quiet and still.