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Dragomir didn't realize how hungry he was until the scent of new-spilled blood tickled his nose. Automatically he rose his snout into the air, sniffing greedily, before changing his course entirely. What he wanted was his sister's comfort, but what he needed was hot flesh in his belly. Food would soothe his temper much faster than his sister; if only he knew that this scarcity precluded her complete disappearance from Moonspear, his priorities might've been different.

It took Dragomir no time at all to locate the source of the smell, and there he found a dark-haired wolf standing over a perfectly fresh squirrel carcass. Ordinarily Dragomir wasn't the kind of wolf to attempt to assert any sort of dominance, least of all over an adult, but his stomach spoke louder than his sensibilities as he approached with a growl and lifted his tail.

Share, he demanded.

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