Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

He obliged, much to Ilya's excitement, and offered to share. She found this a moment of excitement, as she rather enjoyed sharing the company of her respected alpha. Her heart skipped with happiness and she nodded (as cooly as she could manage) to him. "I'll take top," she woofed, tail wagging. She wouldn't admit that she thought the backside had more meat, and wanted to let him have it. She would've insisted on him choosing, but he seemed so set on her deciding that she didn't argue. She picked the thing up in-between it's shoulders at it's scruff, tilting her head to make the back side easier for him to grab. She he did so, she pulled.