Firefly Glen [BWP P5] WHITEOUT v1

He's only grabbing a mouthful to bolt down while he runs, my dice roll was largely to determine how risky his situation would be and how easily the others would be able to harm him. Ephraim is a speedy character, not a strong one, so a hit-and-run is his style when larger wolves are around. I don't think that counts as dragging the carcass or caching it, but someone in charge is welcome to let me know if I did something wrong! I'm good with dice rolls for a glancing hit or two as he runs.

Success! Ephraim's sharp teeth found the doe's belly, and in the blink of an eye and a tug, he scissored through hot skin and peeled away with a mouthful of flesh, ignoring the warning grumble of the black beast hunkered over it. The other two hadn't noticed him, but she had. Piss on her, Ephraim thought; she was big and fat and probably had to plow through the blowing snow, while he was little and swift and could fly right over it. He spun on a dime and was off, long tail ribboning behind him, whipped to and fro in the wild wind.

The bite of meat barely touched his tongue as he wolfed it down, ignoring the threat of choking while he ran in favour of swallowing it. It would have been nice to be strong enough to stay and jockey for a little more of the meat than just one bite, which would torture him more than it would nourish, but Ephraim was no fool. One solid blow from any of those wolves would bring him to his knees and that would be the death of him, and he couldn't trust in a stranger to side with him over them. Starvation and desperation drove him to risk his neck diving into the midst of them for a mouthful, but his sense of self-preservation would never allow him to risk any more than that.

So he fled blindly into the howling gale, running just as swiftly as Hydra hoped he would and praying to every god there ever was that his paws would not fail him now. Or that a tree wouldn't materialize right in front of him.