It was an intense situation, but something about it just seemed to get so much heavier the moment Asriel told his father what he had done. His face didn’t twist, it simply watched his father deadpan as it sunk in. The boy never thought he had seen his father look or act this way. He shook his head, blinking as if confused. Asriel felt it in his chest, it finally coiled up inside of him. Even his father didn’t understand, what he did was wrong to him. He couldn’t comprehend why or what he had done. Asriel had done something horribly wrong after all. His claws dug into the dirt and his ears pulled back against his head finally averting his gaze from his father until the word came out from his maw. Who? Asriel had smelled only two scents around that den, but there was definitely another scent, another one that was fresh and constantly came in and out. Moteuh was not alone in that regard. He knew that. Though he didn’t think much of it at the time.

”Iromar. It smelled like Iromar. Not her, one other. Faint, as if it lived there more than in pack. But there.” Asriel said not making any eye contact with his father. Would that make him feel better? Feel worse? Asriel didn’t know the scent at all, only that it smelled like Iromar. Someone from Blackthorne’s pack had been keeping her like some twisted pet, feeding her, for surely with her body she couldn’t hunt herself. He wondered how much they cared about her, or if she was, ultimately, some type of chip to use. It didn’t matter anymore. Asriel put her out of her misery, she didn’t know who anyone was. Not him, not father, not Shem… She was not Moteuh to him anymore.

Asriel’s gaze returned to his father when he said to show him. Surely the body would still be there. It had only been a few hours. Still fresh. He was still torn, bothered, but not by the act, that was sinking in and he was settling into his convictions. Now… it was more because he should have kept this to himself… a secret. He wounded his father, something he didn’t think was quite possible, his father didn’t need to know this. He would have been just as happy not knowing. Probably better off. Well… maybe once he understood it would be… better… He stands there and his father asks him again and he nodded, turning and walking back the way he had came.