In Bram's face, as he had covetously piled up the different articles of food, he had seen the terrible glare of starvation--and yet he had not eaten a mouthful.

He had stored the food away, and Philip knew it was as much as his life was worth to contend its ownership.
Again Bram seemed to be unconscious of his presence, but when Philip went to the meat and began carving himself off a slice the wolf-man's eyes shot in his direction just once.

Purposely he stood in front of Bram as he ate the raw steak, feigning a greater relish than he actually enjoyed in consuming his uncooked meal.

Bram did not wait for him to finish.

No sooner had he swallowed the last of his own breakfast than he was on his feet giving sharp commands to the pack.