Carter's Peak

"as frenzy slipped away, the only evidence of my wolf's form that remained were the lupine molar marks that told a monstrous story in braille on the bones. my teeth were still stained with the cloying taste of fears confirmed; that any blood that could sate my hunger would not be found in venison. my wolf doesn't feed on flesh, it feeds on connections; i had no connection with this deer, no pain or love to draw from its veins with tooth and nail. as blood dried into flaking sheets on my chin and arms, i wondered just how hungry i could let myself get."