Panther Park I am that technology now.

Anselm didn't even hear the crows, he was so consumed in eating -- but he sure heard a growl.

His head snapped up from inside the deer's belly, adorned in a gristly red. Anselm startled in place to see a wolf nearly on top of him, menacingly large and exuding an aura of, well, bad jubies.

Anselm lacked the experience to realize he was in trouble. Hey! He interjected as the man came closer, hackles raised. I -- hey, what the fuck? He was pushed aside handily, sprawling backwards with a splaylegged gait to stay upright. He didn't even notice a second wolf tucked away in the brush - his focus was entirely and disbelievingly on the dark male that had just shoved him aside.

Did he just? Was he for real? Anselm's fur was on end and his heart racing. That's my kill! He didn't have anything against this man, who was not only bigger than him but hardened by far more experience judging from the scars that laced his muzzle. Anselm's head lowered as he stepped forward with a growl that sounded far more fearsome than he felt.