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He need not wait long for the priestess to accept his humble offer. It was a bittersweet thing, as the pain of hunger had taken to his belly, but the kill he had claimed did not belong to him. No, it belonged to Molech -- and by extension, it belonged to the priestess. She took to his side, laying face up as she took the offering in her jaws. 

Khalba scooted over just a tad, enough to give her proper space she deserved (and not to impede with his presence), but not enough to dispel the closeness between them. There were few he would allow himself this nearness with. The sisters were the only wolves he trusted -- and having nearly grown up with them, his bond to them was unshakable.

His stomach growled as he watched her eat, but he spoke nary a word. He would take the scraps when she had had her fill.