Hushed Willows Hunger turns even the kindest of hearts

The tail had finally gave up, and was removed from the dead body with a loud cracking sound. His ears flickered at the sound, as it sounded like someone had broke its own neck. The tail hung loosely between his teeth before he spat it out nearby Teagan's piece of meat, getting ready to find some good, clean bones he could use. Perhaps they would even let him have the skull- how delightful would that be?

Perhaps the famine was only now taking a toll on the devious man, for the longer he was exposed to the scent of blood, the hungrier he got. He wanted to save his piece for later, but now found he had already swallowed it. With her muzzle still in the bloody meat, he looked up to find the other just eating as well. Well, if they could, so could he. He started ripping off some more pieces, but he was not so greedy. Swallowing only little pieces, he dug deeper and deep, until finally he shifted to Kunik's leg. He tried his best to clean them off of any fur and flesh, and he partly succeeded. It almost looked like a very bad wound, but Trick knew she couldn't feel anything anymore. Surely she would not mind him having her leg? He pulled on the thing over and over, the bones he so desired to have cracking at every pull, but it did not let go yet.

Trick's ears moved at the sudden noise of Nova Rose leaving without a word. He did not care, he was way too lost in his gruesome acts. Only when Stark mentioned his sister, who Trick had yet to meet, did he look up fully; his black muzzle covered in blood. I have yet to meet your sister, but I guess I'm the only volunteer. Do you know her favorite part of a wolf's body, or has she yet to taste her own sort's flesh?