The two of them were essentially alone. Gut could tear at her right now, faking her out to grab the living pup and run. He could hide in the den, his scent would be washed away by the rain and he'd never be found. But after the meat had been stripped from the pup's bones he'd simply starve again. An unappealling fate. Best thing to do at the moment was be a help to the pack, the first to be eaten in desperation was the most expendable one, he would not be expendable. 

Gut fumbled more words from his maw, teeth shrieking at the cold air kept his speech short and grated, "Den. Small. Dry. You. R-ral-, com-," words, enigmatic, alien things that they were confused him again as he sought the correct one, "fol- follow!" Gut shut his mouth immediately, eager to keep his crying teeth out of the gelid air. He readied for a trek to the den, waiting for the female to ready herself before he began.