calmest before the storm

It was not for the individual to raise young. It could be done, but not with ease. Though she evaded his question, he did not believe any wolf would step up to help her. Why would they. She was a slave, a thing to do their bidding, and apparently a thing for their pleasure. That one laid with her did not even surprise him, but the thought left a sour taste in his mouth. His lips and muzzle made to twitch into a sneer of disgust, but he forced his face to retain his blank expression.

He was quiet at length. Now he knew there was a chance the swelling of her belly had nothing to do with him. Still, he found his paws rooted. Felt himself compelled. He sat down.

"Do you share their kills?"