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He felt eyes upon him before he saw the unwanted attention. His head lifted, maw drooling with bloodied saliva. His tan face painted red. His jade eyes glared back at the wolf, feeling their stare as one of dislike, possibly fear, but the lupine wanted him to move?

 This assumption was enough to provoke the beast, for the longer he delayed his hibernation, the more his temper sharpened. He would not leave for this wolf, seemingly alone at this point, nor would he leave his food. 
The shadow rose up on the back of the ungulate, the bones cracking beneath his weight, and he bellowed at the lupine, 
"This is mine."

Of course, he wouldn't understand exactly, but he was sure to get the message. But, for extra measure, Kovertol clambered over the broken body and emitted a guttural sound, his cavernous maw widening in emphasis.