Wheeling Gull Isle Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Lokie had missed all the excitement by the time he turned up. Rosencrantz was bloody, and it looked like Connor was a bit, too. Rhaella seemed okay, though, as she cut of Rosencrantz' escape. Lokie's eyes befell the beast. What is that? he exclaimed, excitement in his voice. 

He immediately went to the unmoving ball of blubber, sniffing it. What a funny smell it had. Look at those teeth! They were way longer than any wolf's he'd ever seen. Testing the carcass, he nipped at it, not expecting it to come to life, but he wanted to see what the thing was made of. Certainly wasn't the same as nipping a wolf. His skin was much, much harder, and not nearly as easy to pierce. With a leap, Lokie hopped on top of the beast, tail wagging, not caring he was getting his paws covered in blood. Can we eat it? he asked hopefully, his eyes going to his packmates.