Phantom Hollow Musn't Hurt The Precious!

Judas would have rolled his eyes if he were in the mood to do so. One thing that hadn't changed in his mental picture of wolves was there stubbornness.  The tan halfbreed grumbled to himself. There was no getting rid of her until he ate. Even if part of him wanted her to stay.

So he began eating, then slowly and gradually his pace quickened until he was scoffing it down, tearing into it while holding the carcass down with two forepaws. Tasting blood again, the instinct to kill was slowly rising again. So he stopped. He knew if he went ballistic again, one of them would take on injuries. "Happy?" he grumbled, having eaten half of it now.