Full of Sugar, spice, and everything nice

He lifted his head at his sisters call, his eyes gummy and his joints aching as he slipped from his den and out into the open. All he wanted was to crawl back in his den until the two weeks were over and never see the sun until then. Even the moonlight was harsh against his eyes in contrast to the clawing darkness of his den. He looked at his grinning sister then to the fawn wearily. She had been the first person to come see him since his children had been taken. Little surprise there considering who half his pack swore secret allegiance to. He wondered if Hannibal had even known of his pack’s culture or if he had simply chosen the parts he liked best and brought his siblings and followers accordingly.

“Yes Thora?” He spoke, his voice rough from disuse. He could still feel the heat rolling off the lifeless fawn and the smell of fresh meat was driving him insane, but he kept his eyes on his half sister if only to avoid gracelessly snatching the fawn from her and digging in.