It’s feeding time.

The trio fed, and the victory was a sweet one. Her restlessness abated to nothingness as she ate her fill, her mate eating alongside her. Her fill was greater than normal, her hunger having grown a great amount in thanks to the lives within. When finished, the beta would eat... and together they would bring the meat to the pack so they could be fed, too. Her lobes swiveled atop her head as she looked around them, scouting tiredly for any that might come and try to take this from them. Their end would be similar to this moose: swift.

Tonravik chuffed to her fellows, and readied herself for the haul of meat to the rest of the Spine.