Kintla Flatlands the body

From a distance, it looked like like one of those black phase foxes. Pura watched it move helplessly in the snow for nearly an hour, waiting for the fight to survive to drain its energy for an easy kill. When he could barely detect movement, Pura picked his way down the steep edge of the plateau and made his way slowly towards the unfortunate creature.

But it wasn't a fox. Lying in the snow, feeble and bleeding profusely from a savagely amputated leg - was a wolf. One of his own, still alive. She was smaller than he was, with dark, mottled fur and a vacant look in her half-open eyes. They were orange, he saw. Bright as a sunset, but obviously fading. Every attempt she made to right herself forced blood out of the stump and the dying girl would fall back again, gasping for air.

Slowly, cruelly, she died. Pura watched. For a long time after the final hiss of air passed through her throat, he watched.

When he eventually wended his way back to the Plateau, it was with the unknown wolf's entire face in his belly.

Feel free to find the body. :D