Koda

Koda stalked slowly in, her paw had been cleaned out nicely, but the water had washed away the scab so it had really done nothing for it. She lowered herself, tipping to the side to allow the two chickens upon her back to fall off, then placed the other three in the same pile. Koda began to dig a small hole, it didn't have to be that deep, but to conceal them. She placed the chickens all in different places to fool foxes and such from eating all. If they did get at them, they would only find one in each hole. After finishing burying them, Koda set off for the sheep pasture, running now, wanting to help with the rest of the hunt.

Cavan

The hunger-driven wolf loped swiftly across the terrain, throwing caution to the wind. His sister's scent was faintly on the air, but so were the scent of many others. This was not his pack, but his grumbling stomach told him to ignore that fact. With one good eye and one ear with minimal hearing, his sense of smell was greatly heightened.

It didn't take long to find that stache of the first chicken. Working rapidly to expell dirt with his massive paws, he unearthed the prize and wolfed it down. A second and then third carcass were devoured before anxiety set in. He couldn't search anylonger without threat of the wind bringing his scent to the pack. Leaving two chickens burried somewhere, Cavan hastily made his retreat.