Northstar Vale you and me and the devil makes three

She watched as the woman ate, feeling no physical hunger in her stomach. The woman's grinding of her teeth and crunching of bones did little to make the girl any hungry. She didn't fancy breaking her still young and still weak teeth just to get some meat, especially if her body didn't even want it. 

Her eyebrows raised at the woman's bold announcement. She thought the rest of them — all the wolves that were not her — despised being noticed by others. She only found such confidence within herself, and as such, she saw the woman's boldness as merely a bluff. She merely snorted. I think I'd like living and smelling of roses and mint over being dead and smelling of rotting fish, on top of my own rotting corpse smell?

The woman asked if she was far from home, to which Airi giggled. Aren't you? She asked the woman, leaping so her paws were on the corpse, pulling her body higher to meet the woman's eyes. You smell like fish and salt; no one on the mountains smells like that, Her voice was teasing but accusing now, wondering where exactly she was from.