Falls of the Hinterlands 99 problems and a body ain't one

The corpse of the wolf had gone unnoticed until the young male had pointed him out. Ruby eyes followed the gaze of the smaller individual until finally, they found who this boy had once called "father". Twisted, mangled from scavengers, rotten from decay, Vengeance was for once, right to say that that male was far more disgusting than himself. 

You poor thing. He began, turning his attention back onto the young one before him. Slowly his steps approached further, swallowing the distance between them with great greed. Don't you have a pack to mourn with you? He was careful, prodding... He wasn't certain what he wanted with this boy just yet, but he would stay for now... the young were so easily molded to one's vision, certainly he could find something to do with this one in front of him.

It would be a shame to leave one all alone for someone else to snatch up if he could use him himself.