Dragoncrest Cliffs B-E-A-U-T-Y

It had not occurred to Tousaint that wolves could die too. He ate meat- meat that took almost no shape, and had only begun to start showing signs of having been something that had once been alive. He'd begun to feel his hunting instincts awaken when he saw things move, and felt himself drawn toward them, wanting to sniff them out and chase them down. But when Maleah began to explain what dead truly meant, and that it seemed to be an affliction of everything that lived, he felt a bit more interested. 

Until, that is, Maleah pointed out that the dead thing might have germs. He hissed softly and backed up, bristling as his sister yelled at the prone creature, and proceeded to shake the corpse. he swore softly, seeing a small puff of dust and dried skin rise from the creature's corpse. Germs, surely. He gagged, and began to trot away. He felt certain his sister was shaking every single pox, plague and parasite out of the dead coyote, and he wasn't going to have any part of it infect him!