Firefly Glen Scattered Arif

Can prolly wrap with a Bronco post?

Toad took Bronco's lead in not eating until at least one pack member arrived, though had he been anyone else she probably wouldn't have been so polite. She panted, pacing about the kill, eyes dilated in uncharacteristic savagery. Every so often she would sigh in anticipation and impatience, cleaning off parts of herself idly the way her hunting partner did, but finding it unsatisfying. The adrenaline in her still rushed.

When it was only Charles, she nodded silently and then abruptly dug in. While she was hardly a food aggressive beast in wolf terms, she was still very much a wolf. She ate before she would let Charles anywhere near the choice bits.

The deer was small and wouldn't last them all that long, but would become a temporary second rally point for the wolves of the Glen. A few ravens were already waiting to scavenge from the carcass.