With his own kind

Token grinned wolfishly and cracked his knuckles, ready to chase the herd. He waited several moments, however, to make sure that Snowpaw would be in his place.

He waited as long as he could, and, when he couldn't wait anymore, he got into position. He climbed into a tree, traveling through the brances and making as little movements as a squirrel might. He crouched in a tree, several feet away from the herd, which was growing restless.

He grinned evily again and lept from the tree, howling at the same time. The herd, terrified, turned and ran in the other direction, in Snowpaw's direction.

Token had been running after the deer, not keeping up really, but staying with the slow ones in the back at an acceptable pace. He didn't see the kill, but heard Snowpaw's triumphant roar. He reached the spot under the tree, the grass all bent, crushed, and flat in the area. A strong smell of deer blood encased the area under the tree, making him even hungier.

He laughed happily and pulled a dagger out of where it was sheathed at his belt. He then looked up, eyebrows raised, silently asking Snowpaw if it was alright for him to cut a peice for himself. He certainly couldn't go at it with his bare teeth. They were much sharper than a human's, but not enough to tear through the thick deer hide.

Token nodded, grining a grin that was more a baring of the teeth than an actual smile. He cut off the nearest hind leg off the creature and began skinning it, mouth watering.

Finally skinned, the deer leg was ready for consumtion. He gnawed at the flesh, tearing a good sized chunk off, and, while chewing, he cut off peices to eat, tail wagging happily.