Qeya River because we are animals,

OOC: Fine with me, and no problem! <3

While Tzila was one to certainly distinguish between dog, mutt and pure wolf, she would not go so far as to discriminate against any of them. They all shared a common lineage. They were social, pack animals by nature, tuned in to their base instincts. And that was good enough for her. In order to get this fledging pack off the ground, they couldn't afford to be picky. Skill set and contribution came first. Genes, second.

With a hard tug, dark muzzle glistening even darker with blood, she worked cooperatively with Imaq. Her teeth curved to hook just under the outermost layer of flesh and wool, snipping away. Down she clipped steadily, unzipping the carcass with as much care as she could muster. Working the skin off and over the hindquarters would be a more interesting challenge, she suspected. She had never partaken in this before, but found herself enjoying it. Which she signaled with her upright tail in confidence but also in pleasure, eyeing Imaq for the appropriate cue on how to handle the still fleece wrapped limbs.