Whitefish River live fast, die young

Maksim only just reached the mangled deer carcass when a growl startled him. Immediately the male lifted his head and turned to see who had spotted him. He would have quirked an eyebrow up at the peculiar-looking piebald male had @Hieronymous not shouted at him and visibly stiffened up, seemingly ready for attack. 

Realising that he had been caught in the act, Maksim had no intention of giving the pack wolf his name. Instead he decided to risk it and turned back around to quickly seize the leg of the deer carcass in his mouth. A hard pull released the limb from the rest of the decaying corpse, the flesh softer now after days of being picked at by crows. Holding the meat firmly in his jaws Maksim made a run for it, placing as much distance between him and the piebald male as possible as he attempted to escape back across to neutral ground.

A howl echoed up from behind him. He didn't dare glance back to see who might be chasing after him.