He wasn’t sure what to think or do. Social situations were far from his strong point. Did he interfere? Was he supposed too? He knew some wolves ate the flesh of their own kind, but it wasn’t something warmly welcomed by others. She seemed to stop though at the sight of him, and he didn’t know why. Was he doing something wrong? Should he say something, he watched her as if she tensed up though for what reason Erebos had no idea, honestly such a reaction towards him was honestly a little normal outside of family. His strong smell of death, his rather egregious attitude was not something that was bad really, but unnatural. Everything about him was abnormal, he was starting to figure that out but he had a hard time telling what else was.

She returned to getting ready to eat again, though her bright eyes remained on him as if she waited for him to do something. What was he supposed to do. He blinked his fire and ice eyes slowly, almost purposeful looking and then he heard something. He didn’t start, or jump or do anything that would have indicated surprise. He simply turned his head slowly the carcass of the capybara still clutched in his mouth as he watched her as she screamed at the other female. So this was how ‘normal’ wolves reacted to those who ate others? It seemed excessive, over emotional, such things he didn’t understand and figured her to be… overreacting, though he couldn’t be sure.

Then after yelling at her she turned and yelled at him next. Telling him he was a creep. ”Creep?” He replied his voice dull and probably only affirming her suspicion of him if nothing more. He thought he heard him called that before, but he wasn’t positive. He guessed he was this thing a ‘creep’ of a wolf. Not normal just a creep. Yes, that must be what he is to those that did fit in and had friends that walked around and spoke. He didn’t think he could have any of those, though the want for one was there, not many, not even his family, were around him enough to be normal social pillars for Erebos. Even though he was an adult he was still badly stunted in the social norms.

The other female spoke then, saying she was performing an essential function of nature. Erebos wasn’t sure what that was, unless, she was meaning hunting. Erebos himself did not hunt warm blooded things, the rotted creature he clutched he had found after all, not killed with his own fangs. None of his friends had been, except the first, when he had been learning to hunt before not killing anything of warm blood ever again after that.

Right now though he would continue to be a creep, standing at the sidelines until further addressed by either female. After all he did know to talk when he was talked to. That was how conversation worked.