Fulfilling promises

Áskell raced back into Habari's territory with a mountain goat leg clasped in his jaws and a trio of coyotes on his heels. As soon as he crossed the pack border the coyotes slowed and stopped, not willing to risk racing right into a territory belonging to a pack of wolves. Áskell grinned. Success! He'd gotten away with his bit of thievery. He was about to go to the middle of the redbud grove to enjoy his snack when he heard the alphess calling a meeting. Well… at least he had a snack. He looked around at the wolves gathered when he arrived until he saw his father and brother sitting a ways over. He trotted next to his brother and dropped the leg before he began to eat, scooting it toward Jigsaw in case his brother was hungry too.