Hushed Willows Hunger turns even the kindest of hearts

Oh, she had beliefs, alright. Trick spat. Believes she was some kind of a warrior, yet her lanky body couldn't even handle the famine, now could it? Trick teased the dead body of his pack mate. He did not care about his image around Stark. Stark was a gentle man, he figured from their conversation at the borders, and perhaps he would figure Trick and Kunik hadn't had the best of times together. Plus, it worked in his favor that Trick had never seen Stark socialize with the small figure that was Kunik. It only made things easier to show how he really thought of her.

Even with the famine, Trick had not grown hungry really badly. Perhaps that was ignorance, his beliefs that he was some kind of god, but to be honest he really only felt light claws pulling at his belly. Still, Trick couldn't say no to savoring the flesh of his enemy.

No. We have small ones among us, never would I want those innocent eyes to see the death of a pack mate. He replied stern in his honey voice. How horrendous this moment might have been for the bigger dark male, Trick couldn't wash the smirk off his face. Perhaps that is the only solution if we do not want her body to go to waste.