As he knelt beside the wolf, he drew a throwing knife from his belt and drove it into the creature's flesh, slicing through the skin with rough, dragging strokes.
The wolf thrashed in pain, but Adyr didn't flinch. He leaned down, sank his teeth into the exposed meat, tore off a chunk, and began chewing.
After a few bites, he swallowed. As the fresh flesh slid into his stomach, he felt a surge of revitalizing energy flood his entire body.
The bleeding from his wounds began to slow. The aching in his limbs softened into a soothing numbness.
His body was healing fast.
It was his innate trait from the Dawn Raven. Now part of him as a Dawn Human. The ability to recover by consuming raw, life-filled flesh.
Without lingering on the sensation, Adyr took another bite. Then another. And another.
