Hushed Willows Hunger turns even the kindest of hearts

Nova Rose, gaunt and weak in her hunger, was still somehow going strong. She'd been in little contact with anyone lately, prefering to keep to herself and explore nap in new places she found within the border. The prideful woman had eventually allowed food into her system again, knowing that if she didn't she would die, and dying was no option now that she'd finally found Asher again. Just the knowledge of her being alive was enough to keep this queen fighting. 
The scent of not one, not two, but three of her packmates ahead drew her in. They were twinged with the scent of death, and the creamy elder came into sight with a soft, sad gasp followed by a sigh. The boy's words were heard and processed, or at least enough to know what was about to happen. 
To survive, they would have to use Kunik's flesh. Grace would be heartbroken, she knew, to lose yet another friend: she couldn't see the body like this. Trick's harsh words were ignored, but the elder found herself nodding along to Starks excuse to eat her. In truth, this old lady had done many a bad thing in her life. If eating an already dead pack member was what it took to survive, then so be it. 
              "Will we tell them what it is, or let them be blissfully ignorant?"