Sun Mote Copse burn the world that you call civilized

Bit by bit the downy feathers came away. The wings splayed out as he worked, battering at his snout to the point that it bothered him and he snapped, crushing the hollow bones and making the wider flight feathers bend. With a snort Tuvak raised his head and blew some of the dander away - and noticed the approaching dark shape, at first too invested in his work to care that he was being watched. When they spoke though, he listened. Movement paused as if someone had pressed a magic button; his jaws were wide and set to grasp at the fat bird, suspended.

A deviation of his eyes to where the ground was yellow, and he shut his mouth. His nose wrinkled. But it didn't put him off for long - and as the other wolf didn't appear to threaten his meal, Tuvak resumed the rest of his plucking and with a snap and shake of his head, ripped a wing off.