Phoenix Maplewood I know the bowline, sheepshank, and the double overhand

The wolfieses were eating and it smelled so good... With wide, hungry eyes Sart lingered in the grass. Her stomach growled. Her mouth drooled. She watched the wolves eat in something of a longing, dramatic sort of stare that suited her as she found herself automatically crawling forward through the grass and stopping before she got too close to anyone involved.

She began to whine, caught herself, then quieted.

But she wanted food. Reek would save her something right?

Sart fell over some kind of dramatically. The food. It was so far...