Emberflame Ridge Radiation

His body stiffened as the approach of another reached what senses hadn't been drowned out by blood. A vile green eye lifted to watch a wicked she-wolf pause at a safe distance away to compliment him. Because he could not smell her, he automatically felt disadvantaged and therefore defensive. It was not the food between them either. The meal mattered less to him than it might have in days past, so her proximity didn't bother him in that aspect. And yet still, he felt disinclined to open his red-slicked mouth— unsure of her where she had come from. Warbone acknowledged the raven woman with a solid stare, and then re-buried his nose into the young gullet, forcing himself to manage another bite while keep his ears trained on his company.