Silvertip Mountain let sleeping dogs die.

Zaria looked up when steady came to the premises. The female looked up and then back to the dead body of her son. "Solemn died," she spoke, though she sounded rather harsh instead of sad. The woman dislike that she had failed. It was not her thing to fail. She was good at everything. Clearly that was not the case, or maybe Solemn had just been a weak one.

"Odette should eat him. At least now he is dead he could help his siblings survive," Zaria stated, the mother was just being practical with this famine. She was not very inclined to let this meat lie around to rot away. They could all use some extra food, and Solemn had provided that.