Barrow Fields Something with blood.

Pepper flicked an ear toward Val, gaze now returned to the struggling turkey. He could eat it all by himself. Maybe not comfortably, but he could. That didn’t feel right, however, given Val put in more than his share of work. Younger Pepper might’ve been greedy, but he wasn’t about that now. 

”I’ll save ya a leg, then.” 

He moved toward it once more, intending to kill it fully now. He thought the damage he’d already done would’ve been sufficient, but birds were resilient. He clasped his teeth around its neck once more, this time holding it until the frantic movements slowed, stopping eventually. 

He knew some wolves not to offer the dignity of death before eating. For some, other animals were nothing more than food. But the old wolf always found the food easier to eat if it wasn’t trying to get away. 

He used a firm paw to keep it steady as he tore through the soft down that covered the turkey’s chest, eventually working his way into the cavity where all of the tasty organs were. They were the best part by a long shot, and Pepper’s tail swayed happily as he ate. 

We can fade here if ya want! Or they could have a manly dinner date uwu