Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190903154219/@comment-5543592-20191007220926

It had been Shanks' kill, and now that he had started the rest dug in, first the pack leader and then the others after. The Boosin's meat was lean and tough, sparse of fat, but rich. They left the section Shanks was carving up alone.

It was messy work, and soon enough Shanks' hands were covered in blood, but his claws were doing the trick. They cut the Boosin's tendons easily enough. One leg was a lot of meat, and heavy too, likely enough. He could probably carry a second back if he was feeling ambitious, however.