Kildeer Rest i'll have him good as new i just have to get my hammers

Before him sprawled a banquet of sustenance as he opened her belly; from the liver to the tripe of her stomach, and to the meat between her ribs. Her carcass was yet fresh and would yield to him plenty to keep him on his feet for days to come. He would not need to hunt so hard.

The female moved, and he lifted his broad head to study her more closely, his tail swaying idly as his tongue licked the blood from his blunt muzzle. She only seated herself, curling her tail around herself, her gaze not directed toward him but he knew well that she watched him and knew also that she wished to nourish herself too.

He did not mind sharing, but only on his own terms, and only when he decided. He claimed for himself first the liver, his sharp fangs slicing large chunks free which he swallowed with haste, not because he felt threatened by her presence, but because the wild was full of hungry mouths and he sought to insure his was satiated before more showed up. He claimed next the heart, and before he shifted his teeth to the nutrient-rich lining of the doe's stomach, he lifted his head once more to woof invitingly at the girl.