Duskfire Glacier trash to the curb

As far as motives went, Dune was not even sure himself what his was. He knew that having friends was better than having enemies, and this particular stranger had done nothing to harm or upset him. Besides, she looked like she would not last another day without meat, and the thought of another of his kin perishing to starvation was an unpleasant one. Dune continued to gnaw at the carcass, occasionally ripping of a hunk of meat for the other wolf and tossing it her direction.

The crows continued to circle overhead, and occasionally one would swoop down to try and grab a bite, but Dune was quick to snap at them and shoo them off yet again. Clearly they were none-too-pleased with that, but they would be allowed to pick at the bones once he and his friend had gotten everything they could off the deer. As he ate, warmth began to flow through him more freely, and he felt his energy returning to him. It was incredible how quickly food worked to restore his health, and he glanced at his companion to see if she was feeling the same effects.