The Sentinels as the sun beat down

She respected Lasher in more ways than one, but even then, even then, she could not simply obey his words for the simple fact that they were spoken. Lucani was flawed in her self-righteousness, in her desire to comprehend something entirely before she submitted to it. And she did not understand this. The sacredness he put on his wolves was beautiful, and it spoke of a morality that could bring this pack through the harshest hours, but it made her want to sacrifice herself all the harder...

Once again she swallowed the drool pooling in her mouth, and dared not look at the fish lest she give in. If you say it one more time I will eat, she promised, speaking quietly because she'd entirely lost the energy to speak up, but please let me say one last thing. She licked her dry chops. In the state I'm in, I truly don't see how I'll be able to survive the season — not with the plants gone and the herds away. Isn't it better for me to die now than to use up food and die in a few weeks from now?