Neither male pays her any mind, both intent on their own feeding. Dam, at least, carefully avoids whatever area the black werewolf is chewing on. The dog works at the rib cage, pulling off strips of meat and cracking bones to try and get at the heart and lungs within. Richard is still in the guts, pulling out the kidneys now.

If it weren't for their black fur, both of their faces would be stained red.