Larksong Grotto So you think you're a big girl?

The death of another wolf was always grim business, however, sometimes Reek felt it necissary— especially in the case of a trespasser. When the deed was finally done, and the wolf was dead still, Reek looked to Eslani with an expression that was to be construed as utterly joyless. In no way did he enjoy this aspect of his lead, but tough decisions were a part of the job. He nodded, giving the Eslani the respect she deserved for protecting the pack in the way she had. 

Still, there was the problem of what to do with the body that lay still within their borders. If left to rot here -- as Reek felt the trespasser deserved -- the scent of fresh blood could attract other predators to the pack; cougars or bears, it didn't matter which, Reek didn't want to deal with it. The corpse needed to be disposed of, but without the proper time or motivation to drag her body far enough beyond the border, Reek was left with a single option. Eat.

He was not above eating his own kind— especially when necessity dictated so. Reek came to the corpse's side and tore into the flesh of it's flank. Pulling away a mouthful of sinew, Reek looked up to Eslani with a silent command for her to join him in his disposal.