Together Again

Bane hadn't been doing much?other than keeping warm and?full of meat the past few days, his huddled form giving a slight shake. Perhaps the deer he dragged ashore and fed on could be skinned and have it's pelt draped over the entrance? The elder didn't see why not, except that it still needed to dry out from his prey's tumble into the river after their brief chase. It was funny almost how he tackled it into the thin and ever-shifting river ice, both predator and prey falling onto the river with a cracking of frozen surface water. That lopsided pursuit happened this morning, and Bane was still trying to get warm and dry all huddled up in his den. Tongue darted between his upper lip and fangs and successfully cleaned a piece of meat out.

The ribs were certainly good on that deer, more of a fall-off-the-bone variety and runny with blood... went good with the brisk mountain run-off traveling under the river ice. And still, despite the elder being full and gradually getting warm and dry, he couldn't find a comfortable position to rest in. Bane rolled from one side to the other, curled against the sloped walls of his den and stretched all the way out. He put his paw underneath his chin and then his cheek, still uncomfortable. Something was wrong with Bane, and as his remaining eye gave a downcast glance at the dirt of his den's floor in uncertainty, a depressed sigh escaping through his nose.