Sunset Valley But he talks like a gentleman

These pieces he offered were more than food: they were a gift to a new friend and valued hunter, a comrade. However when the other wolf refused the precious soft meats, Kigipigak held in his reaction. He was partly surprised and partly offended; he gave the man a moment to recant his decision and when that did not happen, he knew he had to eat them himself lest they be wasted.

With a shrug Kigipigak tore in to the heart and within minutes the toughened muscle was being chewed in his back molars. He picked apart the liver and filled his belly with it as best he could before the metallic taste of organ meat became too overbearing.

After dragging his face across his forelimbs in a weak effort to clean his chin of fluids, he settled near one pile of parts while Tuuluuwaq was given access to the others; together the pair would journey with meat in tow, over and over, until everything was squared away.

He spoke very little as they worked — digesting the situation as well as the belly full of potentially dangerous meat.

Fading here!