Moonspear snap crackle pop

He focused on the bone, its texture, the renewed smell as saliva moistened the dried flesh. He focused on the sound of his teeth at work, and paused to look upon the indents and grooved they left. In this focus was therapy. His mind was quiet and thought of nothing else but the object between his paws. Even if the other wolf had not taken such care in concealing himself, Luke would not have been quick to notice him.

It was the drum of feet and the thunder of a snarl that caused his head to snap up. His chewing trance broken, replaced by readiness as he gathered his feet beneath him, muscles tensed and fur bristled. His tail was stiff behind him. He noted the male's fierce stare - locked not on to him, but to the bone at his paws. His own eyes, iced steel, were fixed on the aggressor's face, and did not move from him even as a blue-padded paw swept the bone off the rock, down to the one who seemed so desperate for it.