Gut lapped up the last bit of flesh he could reach from the bloodied skeleton. After the strip of meat slid down his throat he licked what little else he could from the bones, finishing by licking any excess from his paws and muzzle though a good amount of blood had dried on his muzzle, something that wouldn't be gone until he found some water to wash it out. Such a relief and pleasure, having actual food in his stomach again, he could think more clearly, and unfortunately was now more aware of his undernourished state. The more easily he felt his paws through the absence of hunger, the more prevalent the feeling of slowness, of weight, became.
Nothing could be done for it. Gut shook himself clean of some residual water from the ground, assuming a moderate run to return to the pack. He would guide them to the den, even it was small, it was a show of generosity that they sorely needed, one that would keep him indispensable.
The gray wolf returned to find that the large male, splotched with odd red spots, had returned. Not only that, but the female, the one so eager to throw empty threats earlier was quietly eating alone. Alone. Odd. Odd and disturbing. There was no reason for that meal to be eaten alone, the female was not Alpha, couldn't be Alpha. There was no Alpha yet, thus they should all be tearing into the carcass, sharing the meat by way communal feasting.
Gut coughed out a small snarl to himself through the blood encrusted fur around his maw, this abnormal, unnatural behaviour would see them all starve. Better to have a full pack half-starved than a lone wolf full and fat. Gut assumed a seat a few feet from the female, naturally shying away from the large male, hiding his almost automatic irritation Gut coughed out his ill-pronounced, alien words, "Ready. Lead. Ready?"