Otter Creek the good, the bad, and the dirty

He stared at her, too shocked to speak for a few seconds. Then he looked to the food and back at her, his eyebrows drawing together as a disapproving frown grew on his face. He shook his head when she offered him the meat. His stomach growled in protest to his morals, but he ignored it. You stole it? From another pack? He knew they were growing desperate, and there were maybe some things he could let go, but this was too much. What if they had pups to feed, Nirali? That pack probably worked hard to find this one scrap of meat and she had intruded into their territory and stole it. It just wasn't right. What if someone had done that to us? Was she not bothered by those kind of thoughts? And most importantly: What if they had caught you? As angry as he was with her right now, he certainly didn't want something to happen to her. The thought of how everyone would feel if Nirali were to disappear—how Eleni would feel. And he wouldn't be able to just not know what had happened to her. So he would have searched for her and found what? Nothing probably? His jaw clenched as his anger boiled inside his chest. This was all just too much out of his control for comfort, and he just couldn't get past the fact that she had stolen from someone.