Gyrfalcon's Keep the spice of life

His mind consumed by hunger, Charon did not notice the approach of another wolf. He just grabbed what he could as quickly as he could and started to wolf down the meat. It was still warm, but Charon did not stop to check if and for how long the animal had been dead. He just kept eating, and did not stop until he heard the screamed 'mine'. Charon flinched and turned his head to look at the wolf in question. Ears flattened defensively and he lowered his body instinctively to look less threatening, but there was a part of Charon that wanted to fight for this food; the part that knew he could die if he let this meal get away, for he might not even reach Stavanger Bay alive without it.

Just as the situation seemed spiralled out of control and Charon had to choose between fleeing and fighting, the familiar figure of Ragnar appeared, just in time. Charon kept his body low to the ground and looked at Ragnar and the other wolf while he held his breath. He remembered the altercation between the monster and the wolf that had saved him in the plains close to Duskfire Glacier. This time he couldn't possibly run, though; he needed to eat, and he couldn't run away when it was Ragnar. The black wolf was also a lot less monstrous and deformed than the dog at the plains.

In silence Charon waited, while staring at the two wolves and licking the blood off his lips.