Prince Achilles, ranging his ranks of Myrmidons,
arrayed them along the shelters, all in armor.
Hungry as wolves that rend and bolt raw flesh,
hearts filled with battle-frenzy that never dies –
off on the cliffs, ripping apart some big antlered stag
they gorge on the kill till all their jaws drip red with blood,
then down in a pack they lope to a pooling, dark spring,
their lean sharp tongues lapping the water’s surface,
belching bloody meat, but the fury, never shaken,
builds inside their chests though their glutted bellies burst –
so wild the Myrmidon captains, Myrmidon field commanders
swarming round Achilles’ dauntless friend-in-arms.
And there in the midst Achilles stood like the god of war,
urging his charioteers and fighters bracing shields.

– Homer

The Iliad, Book 16, lines 185-198. Achilles prepares his Myrmidons, the soldiers he commands, for battle. They are said in an epic simile to be hungry as flesh-eating wolves that kill and gorge on a great antlered stag. Achilles himself is compared to god of war Ares standing in their midst, urging them on.