Don’t Waste a Minute

Dómari seized the ram and coiled his legs beneath him, shifting his weight to give him some leverage as he flipped the animal over away from the girl. Once the animal was flipped he began removing the hide from the other side. He worked swiftly, fangs working through flesh. He was anxious to get done and chat a bit more but he supposed it was unwise to linger too long in one place with a fresh kill. He was likely to attract unwanted attention. Once he was finished he set the hide aside, fur side down and licked the blood off his face.

"I'm Dómari. It's nice to meet you Elise. I'm from a pack just south of here. I haven't been to too many other territories or I'd try to make a suggestion but I'd say the west and south have much milder winters." He moved back over to the scapula and began running his tongue along it, nibbling bits of meat here and there. He wanted to use it as a scraper and thus he needed to get the rest of the flesh off of it.