Morningside Cuesta Is open as an option

the combination of his dogged persistence and the woman's skill and strength eventually brought the goat down, bleeding, bleating. a killing blow was delivered; surya stood over the corpse, sides heaving and muzzle liberally smeared with blood. his emerald eyes shimmered with exhilarated pride.

may i take a leg home to my pack? he asked, remembering his manners. it wasn't the biggest prey in the world, but surely leaving her the rest would be satisfactory. there are whelping mothers who need it.

as he spoke, his stomach gurgled like some subterranean beast. surya cast his gaze down, looking sheepish. he would like nothing more than to devour the entire haunch himself—but it wasn't about just him, anymore. pack wolves couldn't be selfish; they had to share.