Blackfeather Woods Meal Politics

Tossing in a quick response, wee. Kove will pretty much just defend himself against anyone who challenges him. Idk if he'll challenge anyone yet, just gonna let it develop naturally.

With winter in full swing, a hunt was welcomed by the Inuit and he looked forward to the meal that would come out of it. He'd flanked the stag during the hunt, his instincts having taken over and driven him to pursue the beast. Parenthood didn't change the male at all, it seemed, for his usual demeanor was still cast away in order to reveal what lied below the surface. The hunter that thrived within all of the Apaata wolves, the drive to kill that which they preyed upon with swift movements and quick actions. When the cervine had been felled, however, he was not given the opportunity to satisfy that which drove his actions. He was not the leader of the hunt, he was not the one chosen to steal the creature's life away from it. That was left to the leader and so, while it was difficult to do, he backed away until the legs of the deer ceased their movements, remaining near the leader's children to keep them from approaching.

When the stag's life force had exited it's body in one final breath, the Inuit remained near enough to get there quickly when his turn to eat came, but far enough so as not to challenge the greyscale man. His legs bent as he laid down on his stomach, silently honouring the life that had been taken before settling his fiery gaze upon the corpse. He watched and waited, eyes occasionally drifting to the side as he stole glances at the rest of the pack. He sought out his son, eventually, a stern glance informing the boy to keep his distance. By then Kove had began to settle, if only slightly, though there remained within him the impulse to tear into the animal. It was in his blood, after all, the need to take down meals necessary for survival. There also lingered, however, the want to approach right after Burke had finished, yet he knew he could not. It was not his place to do so, his rank was not directly below the other's. Thus, he could do nothing but wait; wait and watch as those before him took their turns picking from the carcass.