Emberflame Ridge bloody contemplation

The division between mind and body when it came to Noctura was profound. He had been hungry, and so had moved in for the kill, that was all. Now that his hunger had started to be satisfied, instinct had taken a brief, tiny step down, at least to leave a little bit of room for a little bit of thought. He was part of a pack now... and he was big and strong, an immaculate hunter. So now that he thought about it, it was strikingly selfish to eat without saving some for his packmates.

There were three dead rabbits left. Well, two and a half. He would take them to Asterr for her breakfast or else ask her what she'd like him to do with them.

But no sooner had he finished this thought than he sensed another wolf behind him. Her chuff was innocuous, but her presence was not. She looked strong, capable, and there were no signs that she was from Thunder Dome. The only reason why he didn't attack was that she hadn't taken an aggressive stance. But the intelligent and spiritual Noctura reverted right back to a wild animal, all thoughts vanished, and he bared his blood-covered fangs, silver eyes staring into hers and thunderous growls rising from his throat. He had made these kills. The food was his.

If humanity was on the cards, it was up to the orange-eyed stranger to bring it forward.