Loretta listened to what Alder was saying, nodding. "You're right... it's just that... werewolves act so different than they would if they were more human than wolf." She replied. "Besides, our society doesn't rely on sacrifices of another species other than animals we have raised and bred by hand. The girls that are just handed off to your pack as sacrifices... they have lives, they have homes, they have families. They have the right to live. That's the reason why I ended up as a sacrifice. My sister deserve to live her life in peace, and I have lived through such happiness. No one deserves to take the life of another just for the sake of some stupid sacrifice. It's immoral, it's savage, it's... beyond the worst possible crime to ever be committed. But wolves are wolves. They are animals, they kill to survive. Werewolves and humans may be similar is some ways, but there are many ways that make us different from your kind as well."<br/><br/>Loretta finally just shut up and stopped talking, leaning against the wall and sliding down until she was sitting. She'd already spoken too much, she was probably being annoying. She didn't need this boy hating her... he was her only possible ally in this, the only one who didn't treat her like some sacrificial lamb. The girl sighed and closed her eyes. She could hear the voice of Alder's father giving commands out to the rest of the pack. A question crossed her mind. Did Alder want to be out there fighting? Did he want to defend his pack and the rest of his friends like his father was? Surely he wasn't a coward, and he was probably annoyed that he got stuck with guarding her instead of helping. Loretta curled her knees against her chest, curling up against the corner of the cave and closing her eyes. "Why can't there just be peace? Why can't we all just get along? If werewolves and humans are so alike... then why do we have to kill each other?" She murmured to herself.<br/><br/>It was quiet for a while, as the battle was elsewhere of course. Loretta glanced to Alder a few times. She wondered why he didn't try attacking her... then again, he was the alpha's son, he was supposed to listen to his father. Besides that, there was something about him that made her curious. The boy was very mysterious and almost secretive. His views on things, especially what he'd said before, made her wonder what he thought of all of this sacrifice business. He'd still taken part though, he'd still rejoiced in the death of another victim, he'd savored the taste of human blood before. But did he truly believe that this was right? That all of this was moral and fair? 'Oh why do I care? It shouldn't matter to me, he's nothing but a werewolf anyways. He's probably just as eager as anyone else to wait for my death.'