the gods envy us

She followed the trail of crimson droplets that led to a burrow where wolves of Noctisardor often stored meat for the pack, and the scent of fresh blood fueled her hunger. Unearthing the collection of rabbit, fowl and fish that had been slain over the day, Paar plucked from it the broken body of a small duck. Kicking dirt over it once more, she looked past her mouthful of reddened feathers for any sign of scavengers before she trotted from the sight to eat her meal in peace.

Paarthurnax entered the meadow and made her way promptly to the proud oak near its center, though was surprised to see another wolf had a similar idea. Not concerned about interrupting him, she continued her jog in that direction and settled a comfortable distance from the dark male where she sank to a sphinx-like position in the grass. Propping the duck beneath her forelimb, she set about yanking the down from its skin with her teeth, and spat them onto the ground beside her before tearing into the meat.