Whitefish River And if the night is burning,

Eventually, the body went limp and sad truth of nature and how it goes had come full circle. The goat was dead and now food to keep them and their young alive for a little while longer. Carefully he took his grip off the creature, licking his mouth to clean up any blood that caked onto his blackened lips. Yes, go ahead and we can cache the rest for anyone else to enjoy. They also had to carry as much and as quick as possible back to the pack too - they had to fill up to have the energy to do that too. 

Do you have a favorite part? I prefer the liver myself. Silently he was hoping she would choose something else... Toes crossed that he could pig out on the iron filled organ.