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His remark is met with a soft hum of agreement. 
Yes, that is a wolf's purpose in the natural order of things.

To his question as he turned from the ledge, Nyra nodded once, firmly. She was certain.
"This doesn't smell like infection to me. It smells...rancid, wrong. I'm no medic, but whatever it is... I'm not sure if it's able to be spread to us if we eat any of the sick prey." 
There was genuine worry in Nyra's gaze, uncertainty of what this could mean for the pack, for everyone, really. 
She also looked ready to lead him to the last place she saw a recently dead critter that smelled of it.
If he needed proof. 

For once in her recent years, Nyra looked somewhat scared.