Silvertip Mountain let sleeping dogs die.

Stoic looked to his mother, betrayed eyes meeting hers. Who was this female standing before him? It was surely not his Mother. Mother loved them. Mother did not eat them. Yet, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew what this was. They needed to survive. This was his mother, and mother did what was best. But that was not enough to convince him to eat the frozen remains of his twin, he just could not. It was his brother.. he could never harm his brother. Not even in death.

"No,"

He looked to them with sorrow filled, determined eyes. They would have to eat him too if they wanted to eat his little brother. He looked to his sister, sharing a knowing look that said he would fight over his brothers body, if need be. He came to realise neither his Mother or the male that was not his father cared truly about them if they wanted to eat his brother. And he could not let that happen.