Duskfire Glacier I am the bold, that fortune favors

Oh boy! Food! Oh boy oh boy oh boy! Ditty practically raced along, nearly losing balance a couple of times, while he followed the ravens' caws. It'd been too long since he had eaten and the loner wanted nothing more than a solid meal. Well, okay, a meal. Sort of a meal. Half a meal? He reached the stage of negotiation even before reaching the carcass, only to find some other wolf eating what was left.

As he skirted into sight and saw the other wolf and her possessive appearance and dominant attitude, Ditty skidded to a halt. He stopped a couple wolf's lengths away from the carcass, large coyote-like ears flopped forward and head lifted in surprise, and his tail drooped to acknowledge that she was the food's lucky first finder and he didn't intend to challenge for it. He lowered his head and looked at her from the corners of his eyes, licking his lips hungrily as though to ask silently for a scrap if she had any to spare.