Emberwood Vilipending Loneliness

Growling while he tore the leathery tail from the animal and threw it aside for later, Taikon continued his feast. Having rid the carcass of the choice innards, he focused now on stripping the rest of the exterior. Beavers had excruciatingly thick fur, and the wolf did not find that any pieces of the skin went down easily. So with each pull at the animal, there was left in a strewn array chunks of skin and fur. The spot in the woods looked like a horror film; or perhaps a wolf party, complete with furry confetti.
Such a party did not expect a guest, but there he was all the same. Glowing, strange eyes peered at Taikon in the darkness. At first glance in the shadows, Taikon was sure it was another lone wolf, come to try to scavenge from the male. He fiercely snarled and snapped his jaws hard into the beaver, shoving it into the enclave of his front legs.
But when the black and white beastie came more clearly into view, Taikon relaxed somewhat. It was a large, but young, male. He looked reasonably well fed and the expression on his youthful features hardly suggested he was here to be a nuisance. Oh, Taikon murmured.
By this time, the beaver had very little attached to it. What was sitting between his legs was a bloodied set of bones and some cartilage. The tail was..somewhere. Taikon looked about for it. Did..did you come for this? he asked. It was of course, always possible that the young male was out looking for beasts to scavenge from. I was hoping for a deer but, well, yeah. There isn't much left here, he babbled.
Taikon was not particularly friendly by nature, but he was also not one to look for a fight for no reason. Young males, being inexperienced and full of energy, resonated with him.