ghost inside my chest

The boy regarded her for another moment as she introduced herself. "Ghoul," he replied as he turned to watch his caimans devour the snack he'd tossed their way. Hunting with her had been easy and effortless so he probably wouldn't mind doing it again in the future. Turning his gaze back to their kill and Wren, he felt his brows shift in a curious fashion. "Not having a pack makes it more important for you to keep food stashed," his words were curt, but not harsh. "Winter will last long enough for you to stash this or if you insist, I will take whatever you don't want back," Ghoul's shoulders shrugged nonchalantly as he wondered why she thought he'd feel bad about it. Meat was meat and if she wasn't going to take it, he would care less what she thought. Wasting even a hair on the deer's body would be stupid and he knew a few back in his pack who would enjoy using the skin alone for different things.

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