It wasn't as if Gavin didn't try to be, well, normal. The large wolf knew that his behavior could be considered extreme, and that his temper was positively diabolical. The problem was, the black beast couldn't decide if he cared that he was violent and difficult to be around. Though he truly believed that he was quite pleasant company as long as no one was provoking his ire
Gavin watched Gilroy as the pup shakily got to his feet. Amber eyes regarded the smaller male with relative passivity. Though a wolfish grin appeared on his muzzle when the red wolf spoke. He was quite right, the alpha should always get the first bite. "Not yet, let's eat together."
Standing, he trotted the few feet to where he'd dropped the carcass of his kill. Going for the neck, he pulled a chunk of flesh off the unfortunate creature and wolfed it down. The body was beginning to cool, but the meat and blood was still warm, though it wasn't as good as the hot, fresh feast of just killed. "Dig in, you'll need to get your strength up."