Her mind had been quick to focus on the tasks ahead of her; already, she had begun to feel a particular eagerness for the hunt. Her muscles seemed to twitch in response to the prospect, her mind already imagining each scenario; pheasant, boar, even elk. She pictured them all as she watched the Monster, internally debating on who to take to each hunt and how to prepare those that were not adept already. Her mind instantly took to the thought of Jakuta too, the young girl that had tried to catch butterflies - she wondered, albeit briefly, if she ought to make a good hunter. All wolves should be, she thought, and yet it was simply not the way of Moladion. She needed to consider apprentices, mentoring... strange, foreign concepts. It was the way of the world now though and she would have to adapt lest she desire to perish.

It seemed the Monster had such a thought too. She seemed truly pleased with the offer, as dark as it might have been; it made Starshade's lips pull back in a small, momentary grin as she nodded a stout affirmation. She would be ready. It was now simply a matter of when Eric himself would be ready (and so few ever were.) Tick Tock's next words had been the one's that confirmed her nature though. Starshade admired, from afar, the steeliness of her thoughts and yet, she mostly found it curious that she had learnt another thing about her leader. To her, their Monster had always been self assured of the pack's strength and now, she had revealed how she saw those that failed to live up to such a standard - weak, deserving of death. Starshade's head tilted slightly, an ear flickering in response and yet, her face remained passive.

"Yes, they made foolish errors. Their actions, or inaction, could have soiled the entire hunt and caused others further injury. Even if they had survived, I would have not considered them for further expeditions." She nodded again, her brows furrowed as she considered how awry the situation might have turned. They had to consider that too. Those that failed did not necessarily deserve to die and yet, they deserved to be placed into other roles - roles there their failure could not hurt others.

"I thank you for this responsibility," she spoke again, this time with a much calmer voice as she bowed herself into a lower stance for a second, a humble sentiment. "If there is nothing else you need, I shall seek out food for your stash. Additional, I believe, to thank you for this opportunity." While she was at it, she supposed, she would fill her own casche and bring additional pheasants or hares for those expecting children, and for the children already born. A quiet celebration just for herself.