Stone Circle Deathrates

Steady was even later to the party, but he was sure glad he made haste in getting here. His tail wagged when he saw what lay before them. A feast, as if the gods were smiling down upon them. He was ready to dig in, but Valette's words made him pause. He supposed it was a good idea to save the fur, but it was hard for a hungry wolf to be gentle when all they wanted to do was rip the meat from the bones and devour it. 

But, he respected his Beta, his co-parent, more than to simply put aside her thoughts. He nudged her, Great thinking, he said. He almost added "love" at the end of it, but he bit his tongue. It was getting harder and harder to not let the words tumble from his mouth, but he didn't think this was the right time to confess his love. No, now was the time for eating. 

Krypton noted that one of the dead was rather young. It wasn't something Steady generally thought about. By nature, he went with his instincts, and he knew the young and old and in between all died alike during winter. No one was safe, except the strong, the willing, and the lucky. The baby would provide nourishment, just as the adults would.