Blackfeather Woods Meal Politics

The moment Burke had given the signal that he was done, the Inuit rose to his feet and moved closer to the carcass. He was not the first to make it there, however, for Damien had been closest and then Nem followed after. While those two made quick work of one another, battling out the order in which they'd eat through shows of dominance, the pallid figured watched as another slipped between them to start chowing down. While he was the eldest of the group, and had been around longer, Kove still believed he'd yet to earn his right to climb any higher in the ranks. Residing at the lowest of the middle tier seemed fitting, for now, and so he was content to just observe the actions between the other three. In spite of that, however, he did not keep his distance from the fallen stag. It was quite the opposite, actually. He'd kept close to it, using his nose to prod around in search of the best place to start—all the while keeping himself out of the battle between the others.

Deciding to settle for that which was closet to him, he sunk his incisors into the back thigh of the creature and, with a swift jerk of his head, pulled back to reach the flesh beneath the hide. It'd taken a couple of tries in order to expand the opening enough for himself, but once the task had been completed he'd began to fill his stomach. A low growl would rumble from deep within his throat any time someone drew too close, no matter who the culprit was. Every once in awhile he would raise his head in order to glance at those within the lower tier, wanting to ensure they were keeping their distance until their turns arrived. Even his son, who had attempted to weasel in beside him, was forced to then back away once more. Kove had needed to do so several times, but once his jaws had snapped shut a mere inch from the younger's nose, the point had been gotten across and Xan had retreated back to his position. He did not expect for anyone to challenge his standing in the pack, but even still, he could not refrain from throwing warning glances towards the others every now and again.