He didn't know how to begin to comprehend the sight before him. The male swallowed once, then again, as his gaze continued to search her beautiful exotic features. Sure, he'd heard the rumors of Asteraia and the cannibals and killers that lived there. He even felt a vibe of danger every time Menkhet was around when he younger, but he'd told himself it was just because she was a mystery, an unknown. There was so much he didn't know about her. He didn't want to admit to himself that his gut might have been trying to tell him even then that she was a killer. No, she was his best friend since they were pups, his confidante and companion when he needed her most. Yet here she stood over the fresh carcass of a fallen wolf like it was an every day occurence.

She watched him for a moment as if trying to figure out how to react and he swallowed yet again. His paws were frozen to the spot, yet his skin trembled with an energy he didn't know what to do with. He didn't want to run. He didn't want to fight. There was nothing he could do for the dead wolf. Nothing would bring her back. And even if it would, could he bring himself to hurt a single hair on Menkhet's head? His head wanted to believe yes but his heart said no.

When she tore into the wolf's abdomen, Mochi cringed, his breathing heavy as he looked away. But then he heard her walking toward him and he looked back at her, his eyes wide and questioning. What was she doing with that liver? He knew the organ well from the prey animals he hunted and killed. It was always juicy and sweet, one of the favored organs. But this was from another lupine, one of his own kind. When she extended her muzzle to him, he inhaled sharply. She was...offering it to him. He had no idea what to do. He stared at her and time seemed to stand still. He even held his breath, unsure of how to move. When she tossed it to his paws, he gasped and lifted a paw, as if afraid to touch it, but he didn't step back.

She then moved back to the carcass and began to eat. Finally, slowly, Mochi put his paw back down and lowered his head to sniff at the liver tentatively. He was surprised to find it smelled good, like a liver, regardless of its origin. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to eat it. Would it offend her? She had given it like a gift, after all. At her sudden question of whether he feared her, Mochi tilted his head, scowling in thought before he sighed and shook his head. "No." He answered and knew it to be true. Even as he watched her eat the wolf, he somehow trusted that she would never turn on him like that, not unless he provoked her. She went to town on the wolf's carcass, even breaking ribs at some point and he felt himself flinch at the sound. Shaking his fur out to try to loosen up his tense muscles, the male met her gaze again as she turned to watch him, seemingly wondering what his judgement would be.

He glanced back down at the liver at his paws, his nose wrinkling a little as he looked back at her. "Have you....always hunted your own kind?"