Bo looked at Marissa. "I've been around this area for a quite a while. My last pack succumbed to starvation and, well, let's just say I could've wound up like that poor pup...." He trailed off sadly. Just as he had finished his purposely brief explanation (not feeling like mentioning the months he spent in his den, stealing food from campers and trashcans to survive), he saw the scary white wolf from earlier approach. He inquired about the pup, to which Bo drooped his tail and flattened his ears. "He didn't make it," he called to the male, noticing the fox he carried. Even though his belly was full, he salivated at the sight of the fresh kill. It took all of his will to resist from ripping it from his mouth and taking it for himself, but he immediately thought of the two females who were much hungrier than he.