Firefly Ravine cats, dogs, and rats

The wolf did not look like it was eager to share in the meal; that was fine for Firefly, who wasn't in the habit of joining strangers in their consumption of frozen dinners, but he was feeling particularly bold in the moment. Confidence brimmed from him ever since the pack had taken root in the Sound. He was adapting to a diet of seaside delicacies but the fine taste of deer — even old and half-frozen deer like this one — appealed to him.

The stranger was adamant that he ward Firefly away, and his growling punctuated the moment beyond what his contorted face could do; he was bristling all over, standing astride the dead hunk of flesh. Firefly's lips lifted away from his own teeth and he rumbled a rival note, defiant and pacing closer, his filigree'd fur spiking as he made his approach. The stranger could've been older or he could've been around his own age, the man couldn't tell. They were beat up almost to equal measure and that told him all he needed to know - this guy was a fighter, and maybe that's just what Firefly needed right now.