Kintla Flatlands put me on the front line

Jaws was on the move back inland from the coast when the pangs of hunger started to call his attention away from his reconnoitering, focusing it instead on locating sustenance. He was about to turn south toward the treeline, expecting better hunting there than in the open, when a breeze of wind alerted him to a potentially effortless meal. His pace quickened as he tracked the scent with skillful precision, soon coming upon its source... a young deer had succumbed to winter. The snow around it was tramped by its mother's hooves; a single trail lead away from it.

The coywolf was about to feed when movement caught his eye. Not far off, a lean figure walked. Jaws recognized it to be another dog, perhaps tracking the same carcass he had just found. To have seen one dog in the park was a surprise, to see two was so unexpected that Jaws rationed there must be a connection. His gaze locked on the canine, he simply waited to see if it would approach. There was more than enough meat for two, but Jaws was prepared to defend his find if this dog proved to be hostile.