Maron jumped at the meat and tore into it, head shaking as he pulled it violently apart and devoured it without so much as a thanks to the wolf. He snarled at the cave once he was finished, his scarred muzzle crinkling up awkwardly with the action, and then turned and leapt off back into the trees. He'd had what he was after, but he wasn't going to follow the instructions of the other male. He had been right about the pack having meat and he wasn't going to survive on the piece he'd just had for very long.
He leapt over a fallen tree and looked back. The cave was visible, but only barely. The brown male nodded to himself and lay down, sinking down into the green undergrowth. He placed his head on his paws and lay still, uncomfortable with having to remain in one place but intending on resting a while.