There had been a battle, an explosion even. Not entirely uncommon in these restless lands. Os had been scouring the air for a while now in search for food. And as luck has it, something caught his eye. Someone had survived the little skirmish, but was wounded. If Os had an eye for one thing, it was blood. A tell tale that death was around. Even from heights like he was using he could easily spot blood trails through the canopies down below. Although judging from the amount of blood, even a common pigeon would've been able to see it.
Os decided to follow it, flying slow and low to be able to easily follow it at his own leisure. It led into UPW territory. It showed no signs of stopping, in fact the patches of blood came at an even more regular interval, meaning that the victim was slowing down. The blood also didn't appear to diminish in quantity, meaning that the wound was grave and it was unable to close itself. This was a mortal wound.
The blood trail stopped at a clearing, underneath a tree surrounded by rocks. It was difficult to see, but the victim appeared to still be alive. A pity. Os swooped down and landed on a rock across the victim. A wolf, barely out of his pup ages. This probably was his first assignment, or perhaps he was just thinking the UPW was a easy target. It mattered little to Os. Judging from the hundreds of tiny cuts and the massive wound that actually managed to gut him, Os figured he was hit by the shrapnel of the explosions he had heard earlier. The fact that the wolf managed to get this far despite those wounds was a miracle on itself, but he was as good as dead.
These kind of meetings always went the same. First they would plead for help.
The wolf looked up at the giant bird, his eyes were blurred but there was still a bright flicker of life in them. "H-help me..." he manage to bring out before a coughing fit took away his voice. There was blood slowly dribbling out of his mouth, indicating internal wounds. It wouldn't take that long anymore.
Secondly, they will get angry once they find out Os isn't here to help.
"Boy, your guts are hanging out. You're already dead." Os calmly said. He could go in for the kill, but in his years he had learned that patience was always the best. The wolf could still be dangerous, even in this state. The wolf clearly didn't understand what Os had said at first, a puzzling face showed. It wasn't that uncommon, blood loss slowed your thinking process. But when they do finally catch on... "F-fuck you..." the wolf managed to hiss out with blood pouring out of his mouth. "You wont... Y-you wont get me." Os watched the wolf desperately trying to lift his weapon, but it was too heavy for him now. The wolf started to nod a bit. "F-fu.... Fuck... You." He tried to throw some rocks and pebbles at Os, but they didn't even get beyond his feet.
Then came the moment they would plead for help, one last time.
The wolf was nodding, desperately trying to stay awake. A losing battle. "Please... Please, he... help me." His voice was so soft you almost couldn't hear it. There were tears running through his fur. But Os just sat there, unmoving. Help would come too late anyway.
The wolf's mouth was moving, but no more sound was coming out. Slowly he slumped sideways as the last breath of life left him. A young vulture would've dug in right away, but Os knew better. Sometimes they'd still wake up again, adrenaline fueled. And adrenaline was a very dangerous chemical. Lets them do things they shouldn't be able to do. Like launching a last desperate attack, which could still do some damage.
So Os waited with the sun in his back, it made him cast a large shadow over the fresh corpse. After a few minutes he was sure the boy was dead and hopped off his rock. Better get to it before the other predators catch the smell. He dug his talons into the still warm flesh, tearing the boy asunder. All to reveal the nutrient rich bones. Os had no interest in the flesh.
It was a dirty business, Os knew that better than anybody else. But it was also the way of life. Eat or be eaten.