While he knew that it was natural to prey on the weak so that the strong survived, it made Dante feel better that Lasher too seemed not to relish the death of the young deer. It made him uneasy when wolves took too much pleasure in killing the young. Such glee at the pain of something so much weaker than yourself showed a lacking of character in his opinion. There was a difference between the adrenaline and joy of the chase and sadistic pleasure in the pain of other creatures.
"We did make a great team!" Dante grinned back, happy that they had accomplished their task. A successful hunt was always a good one! They had come away unscathed and with meat for the pack. "Suppose we should get it back," he added, looking at his swarthy companion. Questioning silver eyes met blue. "You haul? I haul? Double team?" It mattered not to him.
