Firefly Ravine BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Zephyr had fallen low since realizing Heldi was not returning. His drive to leave had been squashed, though he still wandered back and forth over the border.
Today, he was sprawling in a shaft of sunshine when Sen called to him. With a sigh, he heaved himself to his massive snowy paws and galloped towards the dark alpha female. It took mere minutes for him to track her down and, when the scent of prey blood pricked at his nostrils, he slowed in time to come to a walk just feet before Sen. Seeing her already dug into the carcass, Zephyr does not waste time, ripping into its shoulder and swallowing his first dew bites without barely chewing. He does slow, however, feeling the meat hit his empty stomach like a rock. The ebony male spoke emotionlessly between bites, barely expecting an answer back. 
         "How are the girls?"