The longer he went on his thin frame carrying across the terrain of the mountain the more the days ran together. Sometimes he even felt like his brain wasn't working at all and he feared death would he near for him. The only thing that seemed to keep him alive was the occasional carcass that he stumbled across. When he going then he would feast until all the meat was gone. Whether it took mere minutes to pick the bones clean or days. Despite the condition his body was in he would fight for the smallest morsel of meat on the bones. He needed every little bit he could luckily he hadn't had to fight for a carcass yet but he expected his time was running out. One day he would have to fight and he expected that would be his last day.
The dark agouti couldn't remember as he plotted along one large pale foot in front of the other when the last time he'd had something that he'd killed himself. His mouth watered at the thought of the blood from whatever animal it was running into his mouth. Weakly he shook his head to get that thought out of his head, he wasn't able to chase down anything in the state he was in.
How long he'd been traveling over the mountain he wasn't exactly sure but when the green of the forest seemed to sprout up around him Tik was surprised. He hoped that he might have better luck finding something to eat among the trees. The further he traveled into the forest had yet to prove fruitful until two scents mingled. One of a pack and the other blood and as he searched for the carcass he found the borders of the pack.
The thinning male kept his distance not willing to put himself in a position where things could go badly for him. He soon found the deer blood not yet dried and no one seemed to be in the area. He took that as his cue to take his fill, possibly for the next couple of days. Going to the carcass he started with the abdomen where the best meats were.