Blackfeather Woods Offer for the pack

Quiet, the bird now dead under her paws, looked at the grayscale wolf. A scowl was etched upon his face as he glared at her. Was he seriously mad? It was just a bird. Annoyed with his diva response, Quiet tossed the bird carcass towards his feet and turned away. Her attention was refocused back on the carcass, where the true prize lay. Why bother eating crow when you could eat proper meat (what ever this was)?
Her scavenger nature taking over, Quiet scaled the mountain of meat and began to tear into it, taking into her own body what the birds failed to eat.