Elliot had managed to gain a place within Oak Tree Bend. Clearly, he had acted well enough to ensure that no suspicions arose regarding his intentions. Part of him felt sick with disgust that he had lied for his own gain, that he was no better than his mother, and yet he knew why he was doing this. He would not survive winter alone on the hunt for food, let alone for a wolf. He was thin and tired, something he hoped being a member of this pack would change. Already he had investigated the caches. Well stocked. Clearly, this was a group of capable hunters. He would fit in well enough.
Scurrying much like a rat to a crumb, the swarthy male approached the scent of flesh. Sniffing around, black nose quivering as he searched for the source, Elliot felt his stomach groan with anticipation, his mouth watering ever so slightly. Ever morsel of meat he obtained was like a blessing. Pawing through the snow and dirt, he came to the treasure he sought: a hare. He didn't not hesitate to greedily gulp it down, tearing it apart almost savagely. He stripped it apart, snapped it back. Bones and all. Nothing would be wasted--nothing could be wasted. Everything he could crush between his jaws was promptly swallowed.
Moon above, he craved more ... and yet, he would not push his luck. Not yet. He refused to join and be given a glimmer of hope, only to be kicked out for being a glutton. Settling to his haunches, Elliot gave a soft sigh. There was food in his belly now and that was enough.