An attack in the wild

Human flesh is surprisingly difficult to tear. It might be even tougher than a well done steak.

Tim wondered if he’s ripping at the right spot. “Ugh!” Sighing, he pulled at the flank muscles with effort. Collin was a good guy. “Why humiliate me like that, dude? And in front of the girls?”

Collin didn’t answer.

Tim rent some of his guts and carefully slipped it into a ziplock to feed later to a wolf or a bear. ‘Is this convincing enough?’ An idea struck him. “Wolves go for the throat too, don’t they?”

He knelt next to Collin’s neck.