Porcupine Ridge Welcome to the Weiner Hut

Anwyl beamed at his alpha's praise. To be honest, the entire time he was going after the prickly animal, he'd been screaming like a little girl inside. But now that he'd done it, he felt really good about himself. Thank you! Anwyl said, giving Tagg a respectful yet prideful glance. He then looked back down at his porcupine. It's aroma was mouth watering, and Anwyl was ready to dig in. However he wasn't quite sure how. He'd have to pick out the spines. Perhaps eating the damn thing would be harder than hunting it. He quickly began to pull out its spines, and once he'd cleared a fresh patch of fleshy skin, he tore into it. It was sweet, the blood adding a juicy aspect to it. He ate slowly, loving every bite.

He left a bit of it for Tagg, feeling obligated to share with his alpha. He picked up the remains and trotted over to the large black male. He dropped it in front of him and nudged it, backing away to give Tagg some space to eat. He sighed a satisfied sigh and said in a jovial tone, That was some good shit. After he ate, and felt replenished, he always felt really good. As if he'd never be hungry again. He sat down and rested for a moment, feeling fat and happy.