Silvertip Mountain I'm past being hungry

Makui arrived quickly, hauling his thin frame down he mountain. He had taken to spending much of his time at high altitudes, simply watching the view and occasionally hunting when prey caught his eye. Of course, most of it went to the pack, the pup, but Makui ate a small amount as well. He sat, his eyes growing wide at the emicated remains of Zaria. His immidiet though was to the pups he had spent so much providing for. What would be of them? The tiny little things could not take care of themselves yet, he knew that well.

Steady gave his speech, a long winded one who's end had Makui frowning.

There were a number of reasons he would disobey his alpha today. First and foremost was that it was simply wrong. Cannabalism was a measure that Makui was not willing to resort to under any circumstances, no matter the scenirio. Two was that the pups were here. They were just about to watch their mother get eaten. Did anyone live a perfectly normal life after watching their mother get eaten by their friends and family? The answer, was no. The third reason Makui neglected to touch the flesh was because there was so little of it. The higher ranking wolves would eat, they all needed food, and if Makui were to have his share that would mean less for the rest of them.

He shuddered the slightest when Steady placed a chunk of the children's mother at the little girl's feet. Yep, that was probably not going to be emotionally scarring at all! He did not notice, however, the other pup, the one hidding in the shadows. He did not notice him flee. With a heavy heart, Makui strode to the carcass and stood alongside his packmates, making as if to eat the carcass but really just moving his maw.