Born to it. There is nothing else. You kill, you feed. But I wonder. I wonder.

We cornered a cat, earlier. Put up a good fight. But I sank my teeth in its throat and drank its blood. It tasted salty. It was good.

My pack’s a good one. We hunt well. Left, right, up, down. If we get your scent, we eat you. That’s all there is.

Is it?

I lead, they follow, we eat. We don’t go hungry for long. It’s enough. Maybe. What are you looking at?