THE BULL ELK WOULD feed our pack for days...assuming we could drag its bulk away from this corner of wilderness before lone wolves discovered us. We didn’t dare howl and draw the rest of the skinless to us, however, and my tie to Luke was barely a flicker at this distance.
So we’d deal with the rest of the carcass later. For now, the other females and I settled in to feast.
It had been over a decade since I’d last hunted four-legged then consumed my kill raw and b****y. But I was starving. Perhaps that’s why I was the one to rip through the tough hide and expose muscles and ligaments. Maybe that’s why chunks of flesh slid down my throat and lodged in my belly, not as a cold lump, but as a warm glow.
Or, no, that wasn’t it either. The warmth had kindled with the first sniff of pride roll
