Dawnlark Plains Hinterlands

The kill was made easy with the combined efforts of the trio. When the doe fell, and emptied her last breath, a streak of brown and tan blew past the two males for the belly. Sitiyok's hackles flared instinctually, but Warbone was on her in a flash; he presented a wall of muscle and violence, which bowled over the lithe female. She skittered away to the woods, leaving Sitiyok relieved. 

He seated himself on the fringe of the kill, and watched patiently as Warbone tore into meat and gristle, consuming the richest pieces for his own. Sitiyok had no desire or energy to quarrel with the larger male, and so he waited for his turn. There was more than enough to feed them for a week.