Honeyed Pasture the pulling of teeth

As the days passed, Whip's system underwent a complete purge. He rebounded easily enough now that his body had finally worked out how to process without Raven's magic powder. Though the symptoms would have passed on their own, Whip saw Meteora as his savior -- so he followed her with a previously unknown devotion. After all, there was nowhere else to go. With winter in full effect, Whip knew he couldn't survive on his own. Home was now with them, the Nereides.

When the howl sounded, Whip had been nearby, resting. He rose immediatly and followed the sound. He arrived first, but he kept a fair distance between himself and the corpse. His stomach growled, compelling him to step forward Meteora and the frozen body, but the boy held fast. He was no longer the son of an alpha, so there would be no special treatment. He held his head low and would wait until he was called forward.