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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.

He had disarmed the male as intended and then swooped in to claim the kill. Covering it fully with his body. “It was yours.” He speaks with emphasis. “‘S mine now.” A devious smirk appears on his lips before they are cracked by a heinous cackle. It was nothing short of glee from the dark male who couldn’t help but enjoy  the stand off. “Unless you want to fight for it.” The threat of conflict was a calculating move from him. He would be surprised if the challenge was accepted given the previous reaction of the unsuspecting other male.