Firefly Glen Follow the Signs

Cannibal. Do you share in such a predilection? she pressed then; the answer meant his survival, or lack of it this day. Sick wolves, cannibals, when untethered. They could simply eat anyone. Hydra could not have such a manner of wolf within her Wilderness. Surely he could guess at that, though. His answer could be a false one. Something in her told her, better to be safe than sorry. Hydra was less inclined to trust strangers these days than ever. And a face like that was far from trustworthy. 

Well then, she considered, what did they look like, this cannibal? Better to know and be safe knowing than caught off guard by a smiling stranger that was a cannibal. What if said cannibal ran with her enemies, too? She would have to tell Moonspear of this latest development; things were on a downward trend, it seemed. I have wolves I must protect. That I will protect. Did you get a good look at thim, before? she hoped he had; she hoped, too, that he remembered.