Big Salmon Lake [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] katatonia

@Nightstar edited my post a bit, feel free to notice his obvious side-glances!

Having set himself due north from the meadow, he returned to the lake, and came upon a much different scene than the tranquility he had found a few nights ago. Chaotic. Voracious. Tantalizing. His nostrils flared, and caught the scent of moose and wolf; and he saw them, pieced like a patchwork between the trees.

He prowled, and watched, and at first he stayed put, right where he was - safe, and concealed. And hungry. Hungry.

Branches cracked, and paws met loamy shore. He charged toward the gathered troupe, a low growl in his throat to warn them not to get in his way, and he plunged at the moose with jaws agape, ready to tear and pull and eat, and ready to fight, if anyone tried to stop him.

Yet he found his eyes drawn toward the man pulling at the elk's hind leg, a prize for the taking - for more than one - for family, his family, his mother and siblings, how well that leg would feed them all --

The leg was almost free; he saw it severing from the vicinity he fed, and his skin crawled. Almost.