Hushed Willows Hunger turns even the kindest of hearts

Trick, currently second highest ranking male among the marauders, did not like being ordered around. It was true that he somewhat liked Stark, but still. He didn't have to follow the bigger male's orders. Not that he ever did if he really didn't want to. I do not want them to see it. He rumbled. Perhaps it was his past controlling him at this point, but there was no use in having the pups discover death so soon. Feed them with the deceased, sure, but don't show. He sighed, barely noticing the older female's disrespectful behavior toward her superior, and made up his mind. Fine, as long as I can keep her remains. I want her to be remembered. He breathed out. Some bones will do. I'll find a nice spot in the Herb Cave for her, I think she would've liked it there. Trick said with a pinch of compassion in his already quite warm voice.

Affirmative. He spoke as the others were done discussing what to do with the meal before them. Trick made his way to the rump of the dead Kunik. There, he wanted to begin ripping her into pieces to feed the others as well as keep a bit for himself. Before he did so however, he gave one last glance at the true marauder and Stark, as if to say: May we?