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She wisely rejected his offer. Pura was disappointed, but didn't show it, settling onto his belly with the half-clean bones between his forepaws. The rest of the wolf he had murdered lay buried not two inches beneath the ground his tail now rested upon, thoroughly gutted and without a face. Pura kept the ribs as a snack for later.

"In case I come back here," he offered. Packs cached their food - it was pointless for lone wolves to do so, but Pura could not leave a trail of devastation in his wake. If Saena found such evidence, it might rouse suspicion. "Do you live here?" the yearling asked, cocking his head to the side in the manner of someone that did not do it often. His staring eyes and slow movements made it look more creepy than inquisitive.