Kintla Flatlands the body

She reminded him of a cornered animal, or at the very least reminiscent of some of the cowering dogs he had seen within the confines of the cages and rooms of the laboratory. Cornered, but not without a feisty temper that left an ember they had all used to fight with. For some of them, those embers were snuffed out easily. For others, it had never truly went out but remained smoldering. He laughed at her attempt to tell them to step off. Twister had no plans to, not while she wanted to play the cornered animal card.

"Our friends share their kills, and no wolf is a friend of ours," he answered crisply and cold with a flash of his jagged teeth. He anticipated her fighting them for it, as though there were some meaty morsel in there that would give them the gift of titans and renew them. "So how about you take your pretty little self and fuck off, lest you want to join the pile in front of you." If these wolves wanted to label them cannibalistic, then so be it. He could do it, seeing how they were greedy enough. A few less of them would make it easier on them.