Hushed Willows Hunger turns even the kindest of hearts

Trick let out a low rumbling sound. What, you want little Tammy to see one of his own dead? He said mockingly. He sniffed in the feminine smell of Kunik, his mouth watering at this point, eager to eat his only suspecting pack mate. You're right, they will know death eventually, but at this age it will only scar them. Let them figure out what death is for themselves, not shove it in their face. He sighed, slurping up some of his own saliva. Maybe he was selfish, but still... He didn't want the kids to see such a grim sight. Not even for educational reasons.

It's not morbid, it's survival. He corrected in quite a cheery voice for someone standing over their dead packmate. But, their peace was disturbed. Trick was lucky it was a true marauder. Good morning, miss Nova Rose. He chipped. 

Technically, they don't have to know anything... Trick mumbled in response to her question. He wondered if Nova thought the same of them as he did.