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Though he was young, Sigrún was impressed with the boy's response. Her own mother certainly hadn't taught her anything like that when she was younger. Everything Salene had taught her had focused first and foremost on what was best for the clan and for her own self-preservation. Salene hadn't been a selfish wolf by any means -- rather, she was one of the most selfless wolves Sigrún had ever known -- but with the pale queen, the pack always came before the individual. Before meeting this young wolf here today, Sigrún might never have thought to go to the trouble to feed another. Perhaps, in future situations, the notion might cross her mind, however.

The silver male had asserted that she looked just as hungry as he did, and she nodded as she settled down with the fish between her forepaws. "I am," she agreed, before biting into the fat, succulent fish. Warm juices flowed into her mouth, along with the tangy, ever-decadent taste of fresh blood, and the meat was soft and tender. Scales stuck in her throat and became wedged in her teeth, but she paid them no mind for now. Her empty belly welcomed the food with gusto, and she ate ravenously, saying little as she did.