Serpent Lake when i die let the wolves enjoy my bones

The other wolf spoke, and Tweed's ears pivoted toward him. He was wary of accepting such a gracious gift from a stranger, especially in the middle of winter, but he couldn't exactly refuse. Tweed was literally starving to death, and food was the only thing that would stave off the inevitable for a little while longer. He hesitated, wondering if he should accept at all. His most basic need of food won out on him, though, and he walked forward, bracing himself for the moment when the old wolf would change his mind.

When Tweed got to the meal, he began to devour it with reckless abandon, gorging himself on what little was there and temporarily forgetting about the old (yet imposing) figure lingering nearby. Provided he wasn't attacked, Tweed would scarf down as much of the meal as his shrunken stomach would allow.