The blood smell is enough to drive her mad all over again, but she waits until he looks at her again. Dam is getting his mouthful and still she waits. Lower than the dog in the pack hierarchy. She does not like this.

Finally, he glances at her and she crouches, teeth bared, ears pressed flat against her skull, her own blood running down her cheek.

Hunger gets the better of her and she darts in like a shark, tearing off a hunk of meat and backing away again just as quickly, swallowing it whole.