Silvertip Mountain A bad system can destroy good people

He was right, he did order them to feast upon the fallen body of their own, but he did it for the good of the rest of the wolves that were alive. Zaria's body provided them essential nutrients to keep living. Her children, the last of her and Fitz, needed to survive. Survive for them, live on for them, be the new faces of Silvertip. But for now, they were spread about in fear, scared about what had happened to their mommy. Krypton looked at her alpha with saddened eyes but did her best to comfort him.

"Steady," she said softly, hoping to catch his attention. "You ordered us to eat Zaria for a reason. That reason was to survive and keep Silvertip prosperous. You did what was needed and said what no one could say," the gamma spoke to the darkened man, hoping to ease the pain. The turmoil within the mountain pack was outrageous, but could be set under control. It would just take time and, hopefully, the children would return during that time period. "She would have wanted it that way, she wanted her children to live on, even if it meant using her own body as food."

Zaria made the ultimate sacrifice for her children and was a dutiful mother. Krypton was honored to have lived with the courageous girl- no, woman. Zaria was no mere yearling, she was something much more than just that. She had a drive, a drive to take care of those around here no matter what. 

Krypton gave Steady a sad smile. "She was braver than any of us," she said softly, almost whispering it into her front paws. "And you did what she would have wanted, do not beat yourself up because of this."