Ripped

As I sunk my teeth into the flesh of the carcus in front of me a trickle of a warm substance dripped down into the white fur surrounding my jaw. What a great night for a kill. The trees rustling in the wind and the rain dropping from the moonlight night sky gave just enough covering so I wouldn't be seen or heard. As the stream ran in the background it drowned out any bellows that the kill made. As I enjoyed devouring the animal I just liked I got my fill licked my chops and thought about howling out to others to finish what was started so they can get their fill too. But I liked the silence to much. I lay there and listen as I close my eyes for a moment. But not in a moments time around came the five hungry ones from the pack. Playfully pouncing around about they smelt the fresh kill and started to eat away at the remains of what was left.