(*sigh* Might as well have him patrol the border...again...Jazzz hasn't been on lately...)
Daemon retreated back to his pack grounds, searching for something to smother his hunger. It gnawed and rolled, growing agitated. Eventually, he padded over to his packs leftover game that they hunted down and started stuffing down his gullet. His Canis fangs tore the flesh from it's flank and swished around his gums, igniting his saliva glands. When tender and soft enough, he swallowed before repeating the process. When he had his fill, he didn't want to be bothered in the forest again after almost injuring himself. So, without missing a beat, he walked back over to the border, keeping his guard up.