Noctisardor Bypass Deep in the shady sadness of a vale

Well, yeah, Wylla agreed, leaving off the unspoken obviously. It wasn't her intent to make Druid feel stupid or anything like that, and in the girl's shoes, she would feel pretty stupid if someone used that word with her. That was one reason, maybe the more important reason.

But there's more to it, she said. See, you would think deer would stay as far away from wolves as possible. God knows why they haven't sprouted wings and taken to the skies yet. Seems pretty stupid, right? But I think they know we make them better. When we kill the sick and injured ones, the herd benefits, too. They're stronger for it. They didn't live like wolves did. Wolves took care of their sick and injured, or at least most of them did. Wylla thought it would be a whole lot easier to leave them to die, but that callous thinking was part of what made Wylla a trash tier pack wolf.

If we just killed the strong ones, the herd would be weak as shit and probably die off every time the wind blows, and then we wouldn't have any food, she concluded, and just in time, too. Look, she said, pointing out a bright yellow patch of stag urine in the snow right beneath a scraped tree trunk.