Marissa paced on, trying not to think about the dead cub. Trying so desperatley hard, but Bo's story had the same underlying themes to it. Why was it always the youngest ones that had to die? 

"Everything ends eventually..." she said, half to herself and half out loud. Marissa understood Bo's want to be brief over such a sensitive matter - she left out many key events in her own story. "Whether it be a wolf's soul, or the family pack... but eventually, this winter will end too. Then it will be the end of death. And sorrow..." [I]Until the entire process started over again like a never ending loop[/I]

Her ears pricked up at Bloody's arrival, and the fresh scent of an unusual kill. Hang on, didn't Aurora say he was going hunting? She could have waited instead of making herself ill with the hare!
Even though his muzzle was splashed even further with blood stains than it was before, the large white wolf seemed somewhat more humane this time round. Marissa even caught herself wanting to befriend him, but she couldn't get the images of his crazed and insane face from moments ago to pass. What had happened to him, had the hunt cooled his temperament down?

She wanted to approach the fox, but didn't want to be the first person to do so. Besides... she could wait a little. A tiny bit longer... could she really?

"What about you, Bloody..." His name still felt weird and ominous to pronounce. "Have you eaten as of late?" Marissa remembered something vaguely in her old pack about an order and heirachy aas to who got to eat first, but it was a very long time ago. Did this situation count as well?