Emberwood cruel canvas

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As much as Dovev would've like to hoarde his precious pile of yellowing bones, there was really no point in getting into a fight over it. The male needed himself in the best condition possible if he was going to keep thriving on his own. He had flown solo in Teekon once before, where he had holed himself up on Porcupine Ridge. But now the white creature was actively moving about and patroling the fringes of the creek, waiting for an opening. So, even if it meant giving up some little piece of food, he wouldn't be around here forever, right?

He didn't respond, but turned his back to the ebony figure to reach down and pick up the bone he was chewing on before. Glancing at her with one eye, Dovev stepped off the carcass and sat down a few paces away, dropping the rib at his feet.

Help yourself, then. Dovev motioned with his muzzle. If she was still interested, anyways. Dovev would take what he could get at the moment. He didn't know anything about the loner, and didn't guess about the luxuries she had when it came to finding sustenance.
I think it's an old ram, but I don't know why he wandered down here from the mountains.
Idiot animals, he thought inwardly. Dovev had seen musk oxen, moose, deer, elk, and even caribou, but nothing compared to the facetious stare of a bighorn sheep.