Otter Creek just a reflex

Honestly, it wasn't something that came to his mind about "defensible" until she mentioned it. He had always been within pack borders until now, and so, it was a thought he would have to ponder over. Would they have to eat as much as fucking possible before moving on or would he and his sister be stuck babysitting whatever prey they had before moving onto new land? Both seemed promising... one making their trip take longer, but then again, leaving any scraps behind seemed wasteful of both hard-earned food and energy in obtaining it. 

It was a new conundrum that came to mind and he didn't like it. He especially didn't like that the answer wasn't clear right off the bat to him either. 

Suspiciously his eyes narrowed onto her as she chewed on the disgusting looking plant. Then she turned to offer him some too! With a frown and unadulterated revulsion, he stared at the thing, and then eventually his eyes rose to meet hers again. You eat it? It took a moment, but eventually with some bravery on his side - and complete loathing, he took the smallest bite he could with only his incisors, keeping his lips and tongue far from it as possible.

Holding it, the texture was strange... he hated it, and was apprehensive about putting it in his mouth completely despite being the woman already swallowing it before.