Sleepy Fox Hollow hazoo hazay

The coywolf slinked up only after the matriarch had finished. There was still plenty left for him, even if it wasn't first-choice sort of meat. He'd thrived on much less, and so even second dibs was a veritable feast.

The food went down in a few quick snaps; Dusty Rose didn't give himself the luxury of tasting anything in his rush to finish the vulnerable act of feeding himself. He was sure at any moment he'd feel teeth sinking into his haunch, but the moment never came. Even so, he snagged a loose section of meat and bone to steal away, and then skittered back to his "corner" as if he thought someone might stop him.

Back to chomping, but now from a place where he could see all the others. And, at Mahler's prompting, the coywolf gave a furious waggle of his brushy tail and crept closer on his belly.

"Me," the coywolf said at once, already riveted by the offer. He wasn't ready to let his bone go, but he didn't chew on it, just to be polite. Instead it was tucked up against his chest, close enough for Dusty to use as an uncomfortable pillow as he listened in.