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His mouth quirked at her question. He faced her once more and sat down in the snow, tail wagging idly. "We're all meat to someone," he said candidly. There were wolves that ate other wolves, too. He'd eaten wolf from time to time. Sometimes it was the best way to survive. "Most wolves don't live alone, you know. We're not built to survive like that. But there's a drive in all of us to go out and find different lands, so that we can whelp with someone whose not our sister," Murdock explained. "Usually you find a pack within a a couple months. But some wolves travel for years on their own, and they get thin. They get hungry. They get desperate. Those are the wolves that attack and eat their brethren.

"But you're with me, and you're surrounded by pack wolves. None of them are hungry enough to eat you unless it's out of spite. You smell like me, and if you hang out with the others, you'll smell like them, too. It'll be pretty obvious that you're one of us." So to speak, anyway.