(Anyone still here?)
Bear came in through the kitchen door, crunching on a rather large leg with meat still dripping blood on the floor. His head held high, and his walk was more of a strut as he began to dane his way around the bar and up the stairs. The past few days he hadn't been too hungry, and he had been delivering food up to Skye as she healed. It was time to treat himself. If he had the thumbs, he would have grabbed the leftover skinned rabbit in the fridge, but he just couldn't reach it nor open the door. Instead he opted to hunt down a rabbit, but was instead ganged up on by a pack of three wolves.
This was an easy win for him, and easy killed one of the three, scaring off the others and destroying the carcass of the third, saving only the parts with the best meat. It was the leg he chomped on now, as he took a comfortable seat near the dying fire and ate with enjoyment.