Sawtooth Spire oh, such torturous things

No worries! Eck, so late for this reply, i'm sincerely sorry!

Savik stood baffled as the female grabbed the bird in her jaws and ran off, leaving him, well, birdless. It only took him a moment to shut his hanging jaw and run after her, for his stomach was still awaiting it's fill. What kind of wolves are these? He questioned, the answer elusive to the many personalities that inhabited the Spire. He had no desire for violence, but this thoughts immediately set on getting back his catch at any cost, as his thundering frame stormed after her. 

A growl played on his lips as he called out, willing for the woman to stop... or at least slow down, to make things fair. While she seemed to have a more slender frame, he was much bigger in comparison yet  in endurance he lacked. Running was not his forte, to his current demise. 
"Hey! Wait a second!" He growled, losing his previous sense of calmness. Yet, something about the whole situation amused him, in a way that wasn't expected. In the end, she could have the dratted bird, but he wouldn't give up the chase.