Fairspell Meadow Divine and Witchy

"Well... I murder deer and rodents, and lagomorphs to feed myself. The reason, why I do it, is because I do not see them as equal to my species. If I did not eat, I would not survive. So their death means that I live. Come to think of it... I am a combination of numerous deaths," Dwin mused, wondering, how many dead bodies had contributed as building blocks for her living ones. 

"And I think - I have never met a wolf, who killed another - that maybe it is something similar. Maybe murdering another wolf in the eyes of the killer is the same as killing a mouse for a meal," she suggested. "Maybe... I dunno for sure of all the justifications, but, if you do not consider other's life worth preserving, consider them being things, something disposable or maybe edible... well, then you kill. Just like that," she finished and did not quite like the idea of becoming an object in someone else's designation of the world around them. 

"Have you met a wolf that has eaten another wolf?" she asked. "Do you think that they devoured not only flesh, but the soul as well?"