Stone Circle in the streets you run free

She supposed he was right, but at the same time, didn't think wolves had to worry much about being eaten. Why, they'd simply eat the other first. The thought came a few moments before Murdock's lesson turned dark, and she blinked. A chill swept down her spine, and she understood then that her mother's tales may not have been all fluff. No, it had not been the pack wolf her tales had warned off, but the lone - the one Murdock claimed would eat its kin.

She was silent a moment, contemplating the absolute horror of the act, knowing Murdock to be wise and truthful and not doubting his words a moment. Her voice came small as she asked, "are any wolves here very spiteful?"  Eating someone out of spite seemed a stretch, but after receiving the knowledge that wolves (rarely, but still) ate one another, it didn't seem completely unrealistic. Still she was relieved by his latter words, some of the horror in her gaze fading.