Almost as soon as the doe went limp, the younger male stepped back and away. Whatever it was that had originally drawn Sleekwing's attention about the young man seemed to be shining through brighter with each passing moment. Respectfully he moved a short distance away, laying down and simply observing the elder male at the carcass. But Sleekwing found himself more interested in an exchange with his hunting partner than with getting straight to the feast, though saliva pooled in his jaws at the thought of the warm flesh waiting to be consumed. Still, he took the time to commend the younger male on his effort and to introduce himself. There was almost a level of familiarity in the tone of Tithe's voice as he introduced himself in return, and Sleekwing found himself giving a slight smile and a cordial dip of his head before he moved around from the animal's back to her hindquarters, where he had latched on to bring her down. Typically he would rip into the abdomen to get at the organs and most succulent meat. But if he was able to bring those bits back for Daenerys after her fight it would be a most pleasing presentation to his alpha.

And so Sleekwing set to work, pressing a forepaw against the doe's body and tearing into the meaty haunch. Occasionally his ears flickered about on his skull, listening to his surroundings. He was not concerned about Tithe trying to take the meal from him, it seemed he was more than happy to simply wait his turn. Sleekwing was more concerned about vultures - lone wolves incapable of bringing down such a meal for themselves. After a few satisfying mouthfulls, the heather male licked his chops and looked towards his newfound companion with the intention of inviting him to come and take his share. But he was met with conversational words, and Sleekwing found himself nodding at the statement made. "Indeed she was, Tithe. Your help bringing her back to the mountain pack would be much appreciated, if you are unopposed to crossing into territory you do not know." There were some wolves who felt adversely about pack life, but with how well Tithe and Sleekwing had worked together, he doubted this young wolf was one of them. "But first, come take your fill - it will make the load a little lighter, and you deserve it just as much as me."

His jaws sought the flesh of the doe's haunch once more, pulling away flesh that was still warm and devouring it. He would not over indulge, for an especially full stomach would make the journey far more laborious. But there was no reason that the two of them should not enjoy the spoils of their work, before bringing the rest back to the pack of Spirane. Once he began to feel content with his consumption, Sleekwing stepped back from the doe and sat down, waiting for Tithe to finish and if he had agreed show that he was ready to begin the trek back to the mountain with their shared prize in tow.