It was a bit odd to be sharing a meal with strangers, but he had wanted to get to know people. Or well, that had been the excuse. Really, Anwar only wanted to know about them. Still, regardless of why they thought he was here, his purpose would be served. The cub could hardly wait to hear what the others talked about while they ate. Would he learn about places beyond the territories? Find out who the newcomers were? Learn about old friends that he would never meet?
...find out just how hard it was to tear into a carcass with his tiny little cub jaws? Because that seemed to be all that he'd learned thus far. He could tell it tasted good from the feel of it in his mouth. But he just... he couldn't tear it free. It wasn't even that big! Anwar wasn't silly, he hadn't gone for an adult sized chunk. But even the small 'cub sized' bite he'd tried for was too hard for him to tear free.
It was almost embarrassing really. He hated not being big and strong like his father. Tariq probably never struggled to tear meat off the bones of his prey. Anwar couldn't even catch his own food. And, apparently, he was too small to even eat it properly. His father was going to be so ashamed of his weakling cub, no one else seemed to be having trouble, but at the moment his attention was actually focused on himself, not eavesdropping on anyone else. There had to be some way to get this off. A different angle maybe. Or if he let go of the bite he had and tried to chew the bit that was stuck... he couldn't just leave it now though. Giving up would be even worse at this point.
Growling, the olive furred cub placed a paw against the edge of the carcass to help brace himself as he tugged and struggled with what should have been just food. If he couldn't eat it after it was dead, how was he ever going to manage to get one while it was still alive?
