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He forced the stingy meat down his throat, the raw flavour of the fish no longer prickling at him. Barely beant down to take another bit of whatever was left, he almost took a step backwards when the aloof female shoved in front of him and started chewing at him. He watched in slight alarm as the female ignored him and Kjalarr, bent over to chew at the fish. He reached out, hooking a claw around the end of it and pulling the end part of the fish free, a non existant eyebrow raised as he savored the meat that was left. It would fill his stomach for now, and he was satisifed what that. 

Fish was not a common prey where he had come from, only the salmon that sometimes leapt into their stream during autumn. Yet here he had grown use to the taste. He longed for some solid prey, anything larger than a rabbit to appear. Yet al the herds were gone, as well as the food that filled him. As the female dug into the remains of the fish between him and Kjalarr, he thought he saw a flicker of annoyance pass, but was let off with a roll of his shoulders. "Who wouldn't hope for it. It might bring larger food to fill us again." It wasn't rare to see wolves commiting cannabalism, Slancio included. Honestly, he did not want to be pushed across the line, but during desperate times, all food was needed.

"As do I," He replied with a simple shrug. "When they do, we'll paint the oceans red," He continued, the unusally malicious side of him coming out for a moment. Maybe in a month or two, the wilds will start to become beautiful again. For now, Slancio was content with the little amount of food filling his stomach. He would not ask for much more, as long as he remained alive.