Moonspear bully to knuckle duster

There was a heavy silence before the inevitably was put into words. She nodded, however grim and taut her expression remained, because it was for the best to put any meat to use, former friend and ally or not. Even when she looked upon the torn remains, it was hard to picture her as the wolf she had once been. Charon made for the meal first, and she backpedaled slightly. Her mouth watered and conflict brewed. She wanted to turn her nose up at this because there was no ounce of appetite left with the thought of a new big predator terrorizing them potentially, but the will to survive suggested that she do otherwise.

She moved on the carcass again and quartered off a small, reluctant piece of the carcass. Setting it at her paws before she turned away again in full, she looked between Charon and Lazarus. She wanted to know what did this, and why, but also sought her solitude now more than before. "Store whatever remains," she instructed quietly to the two of them -- she'd attend to it better later, and took her leave with her sliver of Ness in tow just afterward.