Lost Creek Hollow The prowler needs a jump

Though Joss was more concentrated on dislodging the piece of bone from his throat, his glowering gaze caught the keen look on the younger wolf's face, and he immediately recognized the hungry I want that look about the young girl's face. He would have growled if he could, but he continued to cough, and tried to scrabble the little pieces of shredded bone toward himself- but as soon as he caught movement with his peripheral vision, he realized that he was under threat from another angle as well. 

Though she sought just to nudge him, he let out a burbling grown as he scampered sideways, trying to use his claws and rake the sharp bone shards toward him and hastily grabbed a couple of them and began crunching away again, looking from one female to the next, not trusting either of them in the case that they wanted to team up on him to steal away the remainder of his meal. All that was left was a snowy pile of splinters that he guarded fiercely between his front paws and the small segment he crunched on. 

"Shove off. S'the only meal you people have let me eat in days." He said sourly, though there was fear in his voice too; if Treason was around and overheard what he'd just said, he was sure he'd get his precious, tiny meal taken from him again.