Haunted Wood might just turn around (do 180)

famine couldn't believe it! he'd just been looking for something to eat, and here was an adult with a perfectly good (and dead) something. ignoring memory's question for a moment, he yipped and moved toward the much-too-heavy woodchuck.

without help, famine would have wrapped his jaws around a limp ankle and begun to pull toward the den. foodin', he grunted between tight teeth. there was a determined frown on his face, one with lines much too old for such a young pup.