Coran savored the warm meal, knowing that winter for a lone wolf would be a time of scavenging. While there were some prey he could catch on his own, larger prey like deer would be difficult unless he got extremely lucky. He wolfed down a few more big bites before glancing up at the nearby trees where he saw a raven land. "Indeed, as nature wills it. Our prey's sacrifice will feed many hungry mouths." He glanced at his own buzzard companion, hanging out in the trees until the wolves were done. It was nothing Coran dictated. He was absolutely willing to let his companions feed beside him but the buzzard preferred to wait. His caracal had gorged herself on a rabbit earlier and was likely sleeping somewhere in the underbrush.
Coran turned his focus to eating, tearing as much of the meat off as possible for every minute the scavengers would grow in number and there was also the risk of a bear or other large predator zeroing in on the kill. He'd finished most of the neck, leaving the spine exposed to the air as he started on the shoulder. Soon he had eaten his fill, sitting back to lick his maw. "I think I'm finished, how about you?"
Cooperative
