Blackfeather Woods Meal Politics

i'll throw in a two-dogs-fighting-over-a-bone tactic to make things interesting. :P

When Burke retreated from the meat, Damien was first to throw himself right in with a ferocious snarl. Cicero's ears twitched and his attention was drawn from Nemesis, the subtle warning signs that he was sending her gone. His attention was on Damien now, whose feral snarls unlocked something in Cicero. Cicero cast Nemesis one last glance, lips peeled back slightly, before he pushed himself forward towards the meat, right beside Damien. Cicero's tail whipped viciously and a guttoral growl rumbled in his throat, challenging both wolves above him to disagree with his feasting. Aside from his full body language, Cicero did not show signs of aggression, didn't look like he would lunge.

He did not care for fighting. The wolf who ate the most food won; not the one who dealt the most scratches to others. If Damien and Nemesis would fight while he ate, Cicero considered himself the victor over both.