Blackfeather Woods Don't do that. Don't.

The approach of the other went unoticed, the boy in deep thought. but when his gaze fell on the other, his first thought was that his mother was coming to take him back to the den. now, or never. he dipped his head and fastened his jaws around the corpses face, biting down.

but his maw was filled with all flavours vile and rotted, for this was a corpse rather dead. he hissed in shock and outrage and fell off the body in his shock, spitting and gagging at the horrid taste. it seemed cannabalism was off the menu- this would be the last time he simply ate something laying around. least of all another wolf.