When I close my eyes to this paradox place

Loccian seemed to have hesitated for a moment when he began dragging their kill up onto the shoreside, however she came down to help him drag it farther up onto the low grass. Bane gave a thankful growl and laid his old body down at the deer's chest and began to tear at the short fur to graze it off to expose the bare skin of the recently deceased animal. Bane gave a split-second glance at Loccian as she started to feed, the Seracian male fighting back the urge to growl.

Bane ate the flesh along the ribs, then tore off three or so o the blocking bone with a twist of head so he could get to the liver. The most energy giving part of an animal. Bane worked his entire head in to the excavated animal as he snapped up coppery flesh and swallow. The liver was gone, so he went for the kidneys. He withdrew his gore streaked head and staggered over a few paces away and flopped to the ground. The wolf was meat drunk, and he loved it as he continued to watch Loccian.