Moonspear go out fighting

Dune filled his stomach to capacity once it was his turn, allowing the two higher-ranked wolves to eat before him. It was the first time he had hunted with either of them, even though he had sought to hunt a mountain goat with Charon once previously. Unfortunately, that day had been a wash when it was deemed too dangerous for either of them to risk their lives. Here on level ground, they'd had much more luck.

Bloated and content, Dune lazed by the carcass even as the crows began to swoop in for their fill. The birds would eventually pick the carcass clean if the three allowed it to go on forever. Lethargy crept in, and Dune fought to keep his eyes open. He knew that if he lay here much longer, he would slip into slumber, so the white wolf rose to his feet, stretched his legs, and began to rip off a portion of the caribou's haunch. This would be his gift to the pack, stored in the ground until it was needed.