what you need

Now that he thought about it, he couldn't recall the last time he had shared a meal with someone, if he had ever done so at all. Nevertheless, now was the perfect opportunity to do so. They had hunted together, cooperated with each other and both bathed in their success. It wasn't much, taking down a couple hares, but in the winter where prey was scarce and the pack seemed uneventful, it was more than enough to satisfy him.

His friend approached him with his catch dangling from his jaws, and he soon realised that it was time to feast. Settling himself on his stomach with the creature laid in front of him, he took a small bite from its plump belly. At the same time his ash-tipped ears perked as the other male started the conversation, inquiring about the siege. "I wish I had wounds to heal," he responded with a sigh, gaze falling to the hare, hoping the Destruction would catch his drift. Already his hunger had receded, though with all the depression building up inside of him, he couldn't help but to pick at the hare's fur with his teeth. He couldn't push those memories aside; he couldn't move on from them. Perhaps that day would always plague him, taunting him of the opponents he could have fought if he had arrived sooner.