It was with a critical eye that Gut judged the gray female, for a scant moment he pondered offering the pup to another as a gift into good graces. But the ghost of blood's taste, the phantom sensation of succulent meat upon his tongue ceased any such generous thinking. Quickly Gut stalked to the pup, corpse still on the frigid forest floor and already growing colder. A quick swipe of his jaws hoisted the carcass into his mouth. Gut was happy to obey the female this once and take his prize a small distance away, behind a tree, to begin his small feast.

Greedily he tore the flesh from the pup, Gut would need his strength. Whether that strength be to hunt with the pack or to hunt them was yet to be known.