Emberwood cruel canvas

The crunch of the rib added to the odd silence that always seemed to follow winter around. Dovev managed to lick a few edible parts out before discarding the shattered, calcified rib.

Probably couldn't see, the white wolf pointed out with a smile. She seemed to share his view about the ram. Those sheep have the creepiest eyes.

Dovev was a little taken aback at himself- why the sudden diplomacy? All he could remember from his previous interactions with wolves was the surefire tactic of being a stubborn, passive-aggressive brute. But, it was a new year. Maybe it was time for the ivory wolf to change his strategy. Make a few alliances...

His piercing eyes locked on the female, furrowed in silent thought. She looked just as skinny as he, underfed and starting to look a bit tattered in places. Even if Dovev was a large creature, his face looked a little sunken and his tail way to fluffy for his thin haunches.

He still saw the carcass as his, but it wasn't worth getting all defensive of it.
I'm Dovev, he offered in a slow truce, testing the waters. Dovev was still a little cautious of the whole situation.

thank god i saved the draft /: i have a habit of falling asleep