Fishblight Mire brotherhood

He descended on the fish like a rabid beast, tearing off chunks in a great hurry, and swallowing so fast they barely touched his tongue. As was custom with his desperate eating habits, he gagged and coughed as pieces too large fought to squeeze down his skinny throat. In a matter of a minute, the fish was gone. His eyes lifted to the other wolf as his tongue flicked out to lick at the earth. It was obvious he wanted more, but it seemed his new-found partner had other ideas, leaping to all four and roaring about a... fight? The rat did not move, but the hairs along his back rose like sickly quills.