Blackfeather Woods order out of chaos

For any packmates! @Vaati or @Ganondorf maybe?

He was staring at her again.

It had happened several times since the first time. He would wake up as night was giving way to the dawn and find his mind invaded by the memory of how meat, brought up from the gut of his packmates, smelled and tasted. His mouth would fill so full with saliva the slaver would hang from the corners of his black lips. Hunger would burn in his core as a chill tiptoed along his spine.

The pup crept forward. @Potema slept or perhaps was in another narcotic stupor. His paws made not a sound. He reached her flank and his eyes fell along the dense flesh at the back of her leg. His movements had been so liquid and deliberate until then. His eyes narrowed and his muzzle buckled as his small fangs came to bare. Jaws wide open, he sprang forward and—

Euron awoke. His mouth parted and his mother's teat sprang free of his grasp. The pup lifted his head and glanced around, blinking stupidly. He felt something tickle the front of his lip. His tongue slid out to soothe the itch, only to become the source of his bother. Making faces, Euron smacked his tongue against his teeth and mouth until a few white guard hairs dislodged and fell to the ground in a wet clump.

The pup glanced at the fur but made nothing of it. Confusion had settled in his eyes and he whimpered quietly. Unable to shake the feeling of displacement, which to him was an indescribable discomfort, he buried his nose between his siblings and tried to sleep. But he found no contentment even there, and so got his paws with a sigh and made his way out of the den.

There he sat in the glen in the warmth of the first sun, perplexion still evident on his face.