Heard It Through The Grapevine

Mouth full of meat and little jaws bloody, Asla cast an inquisitive look towards the brute with the cropped ears. "I'm surprised my father didn't rip your tail off for being away for so long." She knew that there had to be some sort of reason behind it. Sirius hadn't shared news about some sort of secret mission. Then it wouldn't have been a secret, would it? So yes, Asla was digging a bit. Why would Magnus abandon them only to be allowed back in with open arms. The entire pack knew that the only way out was to fight. Unless you were her grandmother, anyway.

A small wolf had a small stomach and Asla's hunger was soon sated. With both front paws, she pushed the dead swine away from her. The girl then went about cleaning the blood from her maw and paws, careful to get the muck off of her claws as well. "Shall we head back? Might as well just leave them here." She had doubts about the death of their brethren warding off the rest of the sounder, but what else could she do other than come back every day and pick them off one at a time? Hey... that actually didn't sound like too bad of an idea.