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Had there been much consideration in Dragomir's mind, he would've reached the same conclusion as Tye: this meat would be better placed in a cache for someone who desperately needed it. There was no room in Dragomir for such thoughts. He wasn't much good at being a pack wolf, having had little stability in that department to rely on during his formative months, and it would take time for him to learn that the pack's strength and his strength were intertwined. All he thought in the moment was that he was hungry, Tye had food, and now it was his, so he scarfed it down as quickly as he could, tiny bones and all.

You can't be nobody if you're Tye, Dragomir reasoned, canting his head and licking blood and gristle from his lips. With a little food in his belly, he felt a lot more social and friendly, so talking to the black-furred Omega came easier. I'm Dragomir.

He found himself wondering what this wolf's story was, why he was so skittish, why he submitted so easily to the testing pressure of a younger wolf ... it wasn't the outcome Dragomir expected when he made an attempt at posturing. He was glad for it because it meant he was being taken seriously, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't baffling. Rather than asking Tye about his story, however, Dragomir ventured, you must be a real good hunter if you could bag squirrels. I haven't been able to find anything in ages. Can smell 'em sometimes but never find them. D'you like hunting?

On this subject did they talk for a time, and then they parted, Dragomir strangely feeling no worse for how he'd taken Tye's food.