All it would take was one final push as she threw herself back into the fray. The scent of blood thick in the air was maddening in and of itself, the unavoidable high of a meal in reach surrounded by wolves that you knew were your own. The beast finally stumbled, the wolves victorious. She could feel the rest of the pack mulling over her shoulder but the spoils were hers, and Craw's first and foremost. Once she had eaten her fill, she would waddle backward congratulations offered to each of those that had joined them, allowing them to take their turn and fill their bellies. Those that chose not to join them could partake of the scraps and whatever managed to make its way to the cache.