Zanu sighed, letting his fore paws slide down infront of him. He would probably never hear an end to the bickering in this pack. He continued to keep watch at the entrance, anything to distract him of what was happening inside. As he was just on the edge of the entrance, the rain would lash down at his muzzle, but he didn't mind it, as he looked up at the storm clouds, lightning strikes silhouetting him against the jagged entrance of the cave, giving him a intimidating look.
Khar looked around noticing nobody else seemed to be taking from the kill, He fluttered down, only taking a small piece from the flank, about the size of a common mouse, as that is what he usually ate. He took it back to the small dent in the cave wall, tearing at it, and eating it a bit at a time.
