Indeed, Isaac looked quite healthy, although another few pounds on him probably wouldn't have hurt. The only obvious injury was the barely healed scar on his shoulder--a long cut, but neatly healed.

It was hard not to look up at the swaying of her tail, though, even with food occupying his attention. The movement gave him an urge to look, and maybe even chase. It was a good thing she wasn't moving more, he thought, even if the want to chase was bubbling up in a playful way rather than a hungry one. She might not know how wolves played.

It didn't take him long to strip the deer of all the best meat and fat, and while chewing on the bones was pleasant, he didn't feel any need to risk breaking a tooth for the marrow. That would leave a sore mouth for weeks, even if the change usually assured that the tooth would replace itself eventually.

One appetite settled only led his curiosity to soar, so Isaac turned to face her and tipped his head again. What was she up to? He couldn't ask, not in words, but people did like to talk to animals...