Ankyra Sound It’s Been A Long Day [m]

popping kja in here late b/c food~ :0

 

It had been Kjalarr's routine patrol of the borders that had brought the viking to the scene. From what he could tell a wolf had crossed into their borders and had died, though the how went largely unknown to him. At his point of arrival Caiaphas had already started to eat. Two females: Kelina and one that he didn't know but he only paid them little mind as his sharp silver and caribbean gaze fell upon the monochrome carcass so willing to nourish the Saltwinter wolves. Slancio had been about to join her, Kjalarr saw but not before he asked her politely if he could take from the kill — respectful but too well mannered for Kjalarr's taste (then again, the Viking had never really had manners). Kjalarr stalked closer once Caiaphas had appeared to have eaten her fill and was otherwise busy addressing Kelina in regards to the state of the meat from the sounds of it; but Kjalarr was absently paying attention to their exchange. "Eat if you want," The Beta encouraged him, despite that heirarchy demanded he eat next. Kjalarr sniffed at the carcass once — despite that Caiaphas had already eaten from it to make his own assessment — before the Beta's teeth sunk into the carcass' flesh with an unbidden hunger, wanting only to sate it in any way that he could. It was the first meat he'd had besides those that the famine left and the savage viking wasn't about to be picky or hold onto what little albeit loose morals he'd managed to retain.