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Peregrine moved aside to give Pura access. The pup climbed over the corpse, careful not to disturb it, and took up position in the crook of its loose, bleeding neck. He flattened his ears submissively and turned his usual blank, unfeeling stare up at the Alpha, willing his face to exude the gratitude he felt. He looked constipated, but whatever - points for trying.

Without a word, he copied what the older male had been doing, lapping at the ebbing flow of blood. The pressure had dropped considerably in the time it had taken Pura to move into position (the animal was dead, after all), and the little puncture wounds no longer bled freely. Bracing one paw against the animal's head, he closed his teeth around the skin and tore at it, ripping a larger hole in which the blood now pooled, like a bowl of dark, luke-warm soup.

When Pura had taken a few slurping gulps of dinner and covered his face in it, he straightened up and shot Peregrine a pensive look. "Why is this not sacred?" he asked, looking down at the very dead doe.