Beren had recently made himself home in these eerie woods. He had found the remains of a pack here, he knew that due to the stale scent and the abandon den. Yet he also learned about the secret of death. He had crossed through the area, Cors Ossum, as it smelt of death. The bones of many creatures laid across the land. It seemed as if that was where things went to die. Just the thought of it had sent chills down his spine. It's looks and stench had been the reason he had mainly been sticking to the old pack den he had found.
The dark yearling had returned from one of his trips today. Empty paws and empty stomach. He was praying that some miracle would grant him with maybe even just a small nibble of something to satisfy him the smallest bit. So off he went, crawling pack to the old den.
It was as if some high being or some god of sorts had granted him that miracle. But it was more than just a small nibble. It was a half eaten elk. Although he should have been concerned with what beast had left the hat eaten creature close to the den he was calling a temporary home the savage in him was just happy to have the meat. Closing the distance between him and the dead elk his mouth was already letting out drool. Oh how foolish he must have looked to anyone around. Though whether anyone was around or not didn't matter.
Sinking his teeth into the elk's left hind leg his tail wagged. The meat wasn't old. In fact it was still fairly fresh. Delicious and perfect for the lone yearling. This was a treat for him, a delicacy for him. Especially since it showed up to a mere rogue wolf like himself.
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