When Tinker finally ate one more bite that made her feel as if her stomach would burst, she looked at Warren, resting close by. Her muzzle and chest were bloody but she had never felt more gloriously alive. Running her tongue over her whiskers several times, she padded over to him.<br/><br/>“I didn’t eat it all. There is still much left over for you.” She said as she sat down and licked the blood from each of her shoulders. “I heard a stream nearby. Do you think I can safely go there and drink while you eat? I know you must be starving yourself. I mean, you walked and fought and carried me all night and then hunted some more. If you think it safe, I will go drink while you eat.”<br/><br/>Tinker put a paw on his arm,<br/><br/>“I’m sorry I growled at you. I was hungry and for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like myself. I had no control over myself, but you know what, Warren? I felt powerful. I almost wanted you to fight with me over the food. I had this crazy desire to conquer. Not you, exactly, but something. Ooo, I can’t explain it, but anyway, can I go drink now?”