[M]Welcome to the freak show

The stench of death hung in the air of the ship attracting the blackened forms of ravens like moths to a flame. Their uproar ignored by the soul that had caused them to gather. He was used to them following him around. The red streaks that lead to him in the snow outside gave away why they were here if one did not use their nose.

He lay there with blood caking his muzzle and left forepaw. Beneath him was the steaming remains of a half eaten wolf's carcass. His left forepaw lay over its sunken half devoured stomach while his right lay beneath it's head. His muzzle was burried in its chest, the sounds of bones crunching and snarls ripping through the air. The sounds of ravens were deafening almost if you were above on the deck but in the cockpit where he had dragged the small 25 inch tall wolf carcass it was silent save for his noises. He cared not for the Ravens that wanted to fill their own stomachs, only for his that gnawed with hunger only an hour ago. His red eyes were narrowed and ears pressed forward as he listened. He was massive and should someone come to claim the body as theirs then he feared no death of his own, he would simply have to take more lives. Did he have a reason to eat this corpse instead of deer or anything else? No, he simply enjoyed it more when the food challenged him. His white mask was caked up to his eyebrow line with the fresh blood. His usual clean scent, was muddied with that of death. He cared not though, the scent would eventually wear off. His eyes were focused on the birds he could see from the doorway, as he bit off yet another bone and set to chewing it into splinters.