Serpent Lake when i die let the wolves enjoy my bones

Alshain was a few large bites in before the sudden nervous chatter of the crows alerted him to the presence of another predator. They shuffled their wings and clicked to one another. He swung his muzzle around so that the side of his nose was nearly brushing his shoulder to better get a look at the other poor beast with his good eye. He cricked his tail up a few notches, instantly suspect of the other one, until he watched the wolf for a few beats more—the wolf was... quiet, patient, and unwilling to be a disturbance. Unusual, but not unheard of. 

He exhaled and crunched down on a bone, the marrow spilling out between the cracks, and he swallowed it down, splinters and all. The old man lifted his head and took two steps back from the carcass: "Come, feast. You must be hungry and I am not so bitter of a man to refuse the company." He rumbled in his characteristically velvet tones.