Blacktail Deer Plateau it was simple, said the fiend

Scavengers had yet to clean up the mess, suggesting that the loner wasn't far off - perhaps they had spooked him or her. Behati could not recall an instance when she and her father had willingly left a scrap of meat behind. Lasher bent his head to inspect the kill and Behati took the opportunity to steal a sliver of meat, swallowing it without chewing.

When the elder wolf eventually raised the subject of Casmir, it was done so subtly that Behati barely realized what's happening. "You?" she asked, offering a puzzled smile. Lasher seemed very together, and she couldn't really imagine him losing his shit. Casmir, on the other hand. Thoughts of their last - and violent - altercation bowed the youth's head, and she was studying her paws when Lasher suggested that she too might suffer from a bit of a temper. 
".. I guess." A teenage response. A burst of aggression followed. "But he started it with his -" No, it was too embarrassing. She fell silent again, her face working animatedly to conceal her feelings of emotional distress.