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Trust in oneself is a most important thing. Even if Covet knew that what he was doing was something that should not be done, so long as he had faith that he could accomplish it, then in the end things didn't matter. Life had a way of taking the should be's and turning them into the would have been's with ease, twisting things around to create a chaotic mess of circumstance, intention, and consequence. Veilia trusted her instincts for they had not failed her thus far. Circumstance had not been kind to her family. It stole away lives one by one. She was a mix between the emphatic nature of her sister and the indifferent one of her brother. Knowing how to mix both in a well balanced cauldron so that she did not grow wan and depressed nor did she grow furious and unable to be tamed. Veilia simply took things as they came, grieving shortly for the deaths of her family members before pressing onward with new goals in mind. Her life would be too short to waste on wallowing in memories and her instincts demanded she survive.

By nature wolves are pack animals so it is no wonder they fell into ready agreement, their hunting in sync with each fluid movement. Covet was an adept hunter and Veilia prided herself on her stealth. The meal would line her belly and sate her hunger for a day or so if she did not deign to hunt again until then. Going hungry was not her style when there were many options available. The deer had been a casual chance that she had snapped up the moment that Covet had offered to help. Its life had ensured that theirs continued and it's heart had been a tender morsel to warm her belly.

The smile he gives to her is not one of kindness but neither is it one of viciousness. It hints at a soul that was both dangerous and powerful yet she does not falter beneath it, simply gazes back with her brilliantly blue eyes in a firm manner that was only slightly challenging. He holds no rank over her nor would she offer him any sort of obedience despite his help, friendliness, yes, but she was a cautious creature. Covet was a loner too by the scents on him and as such he could possibly be a rogue intent on destruction and devastation.

"It is the most tender portion of the body. All of the blood flows through that one organ and it stays hot, for a time. A delicacy that I have a special fondness for." Her own lips slowly curl up into a smooth smile, self-satisfied as she licks the blood from them. It would take much time and work to get the blood off her pristine pelt but no hunt was worth staying clean over. "What is it about the liver that drives you?"