Chuck it

He gnawed on the bone mindlessly at first. Trying to work his way into the sweet marrow inside. Nirahs claws scraped at the edges his mouth over the top of the rather clean thing. Thick possibly from another large animal similar to a deer. After depositing his own kills into the stores he’d decided to "relax" and refuel. Yet there was an itching in his soul he could get to the bottom of. Furrowed eyes as he concentrated on his bone just so that he didn’t have to think of anything else.

He could see cracks beginning to form in the white exterior. Juices falling from the top opening while he used his tongue to lick at it. Honestly once he broke it open he had half a mind to try and find a buddy to share it with. Fat chance he’d suddenly become a blooming socialite. His life had been spent lonely for the most part. No friends and barely a family to speak of. What could he do to become a part of a family?