Flycatcher Downs the art of getting by

Esche faired luckier than Deimos, who had scented the doe that morning and so far had proved unable to track it. He’s not above scavenging in his current state, and maybe his desperation for a meal is what drives him to be unable to locate the meat tantalizingly out of his reach. 

When he finally sees the bloated corpse, there’s a blonde wolf hovering above it. A sweep of his condition and Deimos knows it’s not a doe brought down by Esche, thanks to the waft of days old meat as Esche tears into it. 

Deimos knows the code of a scavenger, and it’s eat whatever you can, whenever it presents itself. Knowing the loner wouldn’t be able to eat the entire thing, Deimos settles down on his haunches and fixes his hungry gaze on the kill, assuming boldly that Esche would have no problem sharing his good fortune.