Blackfoot Forest Shallow shadowed nights

The White Ghost ripped the leg off of the fox and removed the fur from the limb. If she was long without food she might've tore into the flesh regardless, but fur created nasty hairballs. The wolf Jace described the possibly many wolf packs in the area. He didn't know how many, but Laksha guessed there were no more than eight or so, maybe more. Hopefully there was a small pack she could wipe out; it would lessen the competition, no?

She swallowed the thigh meat and stared at Jace for a moment. Then she stood and moved closer to the wolf, smelling him. "Do you belong to a pack, Jacee...?"