Blackfeather Woods Offer for the pack

Quiet followed the alpha-lookalike, a red shadow to this tank. This must be a son or younger brother, but most likely the latter from age alone. Her nose scuffed the ground as she scanned for scents, a slight grumbling in her stomach encouraging her to search thoroughly for prey. Luckily for her food would come easy to them both. While her hunting partner was more intent on the black birds pecking at the carrion, the coywolfdog's eyes were fixed on the leftover meat. She looked at the gray male, realizing his intentions as his pale eyes flickered back to the black feathered creatures. Quiet huffed disapprovingly. They would have a much better chance at pecking over the carcass than trying to catch one of those nimble creatures. She stepped forward, her eyes on the carcass, then meeting Sebastian's gaze once more. The carcass. She said with her eyes.