Birds and Brains [Aster]

Úlfr ripped at the caribou carcass, tearing through the partially frozen hide to the meat below. He'd been lucky to happen upon the carcass on his way back to Fireside. His ravens, Galinn and Glámr settled in beside him, their sharp beaks and talons working through the flesh to pick off the meaty morsels. Úlfr looked up and glanced about, checking to make sure there weren't any bears about before he set back to eating. This meal would tide him over for the rest of the journey and should content his companions enough that they wouldn't get into too much trouble but then ravens were ravens. If they felt like causing some trouble they'd do so. He still hadn't quite forgiven Glámr for intentionally pecking that bear.