Great Bear Wilderness Where the mountains are less annoying and have a name

Sarah realized that sooner or later someone would catch the smell of her meal and be drawn to join her, which meant that she worked her way through the marrow bone quickly, her powerful jaws grinding the bone and cartilage like millstones. So focused on the task at hand, she took no notice of her surroundings, until the adolescent, hungry looking wolf came in the middle of the stage and made his demands.

She did not stop eating, but gave the young man an inquiring look. Didn't he have anything better to do than harass injured wolves for scraps. She continued to stare at him, chewing the last bits, swallowing and finished the act by licking her lips and yawning. "You could have asked nicely," she told him and smiled coldly.