The animal thrashed helplessly as the pair of lupines made quick of their work, but despite its losing battle the creature still managed to lay its fangs into the alabaster stranger. Tuwawi looked at the red mark upon the woman sourly and only thanked the stars [or whoever maintained fate] that it hadn't been her own vermilion hide. Without a pack to mend a wound it was certain to fester and Tuwawi didn't have the luxury of companions at her side.
A sputtering gurgle was the last sound the seal made before its death; its blood staining the pretty woman's fur messily. Tuwawi considered an attempt to chase the other wolf off - greedily coveting the meal for herself. She had the advantage of age and sparring experience, plus the conviction of a starving animal. However, her condition was worse than it ever had been before... and if she was willing to share then there was no reason to risk a fight over a few more mouthfuls of food. In addition, she did not want to stir the ire of the woman's pack.
Long trails of vapor rose up from Tuwawi's muzzle as she took in deep breaths between her fangs. Shrewd silver eyes watched her company for signs of aggression but, instead, a smile was all the stranger offered. Thanks, the female said. Tuwawi tipped her muzzle solemnly in acknowledgement, but her expression was stale and careful.
She, too, tore into the animal at the opposite end and swallowed large chunks of fur, skin, fat, and meal indiscriminately. Never had her appetite been so voracious. After such a long stretch with meager meals, the seal was truly a feast. Yet, her eyes remained focused straight ahead and watched the stranger in her peripheral. Tuwawi picked the end of her carcass clean and eyed the rest to see if any other scraps would be left behind.
A sputtering gurgle was the last sound the seal made before its death; its blood staining the pretty woman's fur messily. Tuwawi considered an attempt to chase the other wolf off - greedily coveting the meal for herself. She had the advantage of age and sparring experience, plus the conviction of a starving animal. However, her condition was worse than it ever had been before... and if she was willing to share then there was no reason to risk a fight over a few more mouthfuls of food. In addition, she did not want to stir the ire of the woman's pack.
Long trails of vapor rose up from Tuwawi's muzzle as she took in deep breaths between her fangs. Shrewd silver eyes watched her company for signs of aggression but, instead, a smile was all the stranger offered. Thanks, the female said. Tuwawi tipped her muzzle solemnly in acknowledgement, but her expression was stale and careful.
She, too, tore into the animal at the opposite end and swallowed large chunks of fur, skin, fat, and meal indiscriminately. Never had her appetite been so voracious. After such a long stretch with meager meals, the seal was truly a feast. Yet, her eyes remained focused straight ahead and watched the stranger in her peripheral. Tuwawi picked the end of her carcass clean and eyed the rest to see if any other scraps would be left behind.
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Cold hunting - by Pearl - December 06, 2015, 03:56 PM
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