[Let me get an outside story, I like that kind of things]
High-mane walked through his horde. His white markings gleamed from the darkness of his fur. The pups and the wolves both were extatic. Another disk-night, another hunt. When he reached his throne carved out of the rock of the flesh-beings, he roared. The horde went silent. He bared his fangs.
Tonight, my brethren, we hunt. The fire has already risen, but our hunt will endure. This night we shall feast on their corpses!
His pack howled. They were eager to continue, to ripp and tear and slash and eat.
The shamblers have defied us last night. They will be punished. The flesh-beings have defied us too, they will be eaten! I sank my teeth in one of them, and he will soon turn into a brother. He will open the rock-shelter and we shall hunt down every flesh-being in it!
The pack began to howl and bark in agreement. Soon, very soon, they could eat. And then they would hunt down other packs of wolves, to show who was the greatest in the land.
High-mane left his throne and walked into a side chamber. A flesh-being was bound in it. Its gray hide was slashed open, and its flesh was red with his blood. It looked up into High-manes eyes. He saw the fear in the flesh-being. High-mane grinned and ripped open its throat. It gurgled for a moment and went limp.
High-mane tasted the warm, salt blood on his tongue. This was the beginning..tonight it would end...