Moonspear Leland just got vaporized by a strange red light

"You should eat it." She respected his self-restraint, but as she was not hungry, Desdemona pushed the prey forward to him. His clear hunger from earlier dwelled within her thoughts,  and his eyes were full of restraint of gluttony, like he would pounce at her to fight over it. She wasn't that cold-hearted to deprive a hungry soul of their meal.

"It was your find." Though like many, perhaps his pride would be hit if she would offer. She assumed that was another reason to deny feasting, for the honor of the pack, and the hunt he did not kill. Though she was afraid to add to the list he would deny the offering, and made an excuse that he did find it, and it was his.

Perhaps the spider had a soft spot for the younger ones, for she wished them a childhood she did not have.