New Beginnings [Sirius]

Sirius seemed to be focused as he meticulously peeled the pelt from it's flesh, and Dove, still hunched, tilted his head in curiosity. Skinning kills for fresh pelts had been someone else's job, the messy task falling to the wolves with grey or black pelts that resembled his. How willingly Sirius dirtied his coat with the duty didn't escape Dove, even as he paid more attention to the ready meat he was aching to sink hungry teeth into. Moments later, the other man finished his task and turned away with the pelt in his jaws, a silent signal that his project had reached its end.

Dove fell on the carcass, abject hunger evident in both his eyes and his motions as he ripped and chewed as quickly as possible. He'd realized he was hungry, his belly empty from the limited hunting he'd done in his journey. He hadn't wanted to leave a trail to track, hadn't desired to leave a marker of where he went and how to find him. There were scent markers to consider, but he knew the scent of him would disappear far quicker than a carcass would. He hadn't, after all, told his family that he was leaving. And he surmised, because of it, once they'd discovered that he was gone and any possessions belonging to him left behind, their anger must have been something to behold. He paused for but a moment as he lumbered to his full height, a shiver gracing his shoulders as he considered the rage that his sudden absence must have left his father in, unforgiving as he was.

And for having to be the ones to endure it, to attempt to quell it, as they hadn't in the years whilst Dove was present to be their patsy, he knew his siblings would never forgive him.