Cerulean Cape pinocchio lay down on the riverbed

Hm.

The wolf lowered his head to the carcass, but his eyes continually flicked to her as he plucked at a glob of sour fat that hung from the hide. They did not barter where he came from. Food was shared among fellows or taken, depending on the circumstances. He had no use for stories or dances. Those things could not be eaten.

Skookumchuck shifted toward one side of the seal. He would not lower himself to feed and kept his feet, readied, as his ears listened around him. Don't do this pay thing. He said. Come eat. He ticked his head to further invite her. Paying for food was a foreign concept to him but respect of space and a humble requests were not. Had he been hungrier, and not still well-fed from a glut of salmon and fortuitous hunting not so long ago, she may well have found him less generous.

He did not wait for her. His teeth shared another strip of hide and fat from the bones.