Sawtooth Spire don't disturb the beast

The ursine knew what they were doing but Echelon and Iqniq were good at fending off the tenacious beast. From his point of view, the scene grew indistinct the farther away they hauled this mass of flesh and bone before slipping out of sight entirely. The wolverine released a pent up breathe, relieving his stern clutch upon the buck's croupe. Despite having gorged themselves on their kill, it still weighed far more than all of them put together. To have moved such a giant was a momentous feat, worthy of praise. Alas, there was a threat rampaging elsewhere.
Nanuk's words hung in the air as she ran back to the grizzly. Tatsuya did just that, working in tandem alongside Aariak. Moving throngs of soil and detritus with his paws did the wolverine excavate some spoiled animal tissue. “Eugh.” It was rancid; past the point of safe consumption. He flung the scrap away, spitting to get the taste off his tongue. Nasty. With that out of the way, Tatsuya got back to work, digging and stocking the moose's nectarous entrails in a punctual, stately manner.
The wolverine approached the carcass to retrieve more meat, tongue drooping from parted jowls. Glancing over to his brother in arms did he see Aariak busying himself. Caked in dirt, blood and flyspeck pieces of meat. They both looked mad. Tatsuya felt like it, digging into the earth, caching the kill, all in the span of a few minutes. How frantic his movements, how frowzled he felt inside. Calm down, calm down...With a drawn-out inhale, he exhaled the chaos with a burnt-out 'whistle.' This peace of mind – hollow term, he thought wryly – would not last forever. At least he could throw himself back into the task at hand without suffering from a bad case of the jitters.