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He was about halfway through Ran's neck when the sudden and stern appearance of the commanding Leifteanant, startled Sirius away from the corpse. Had this been a meal he was consuming, he might've reacted defensively, instinctively. As things were— chewing through the neck of another wolf; a small girl, a child— he was left with the weight of an intense guilt on his conscience that had him cowering from retribution. Tail tucked and ears laced to his skull, the boy backpedaled with a sharp whine, not daring to look anywhere in Lotte's direction, lest he catch the ire in her expression.

"I.. I was just—" He didn't know how to explain this. He didn't know how to escape what he had done when he had just literally been caught red-mouthed in the act. He licked his bloody chops anxiously, another whine escaping him. "She didn't belong here!" he shouted at the ground, the fur along his spine rising as his defensiveness began to peak.