Outside around the fire the wolves were given the go ahead to eat once the food was cooked well enough. In the pack, there were about five females and eight males, including Konrad and his son, so in all the pack was not all that large compared to some. The pack use to be a lot larger but over the years things have just not been going well for them and it was a struggle to survive. As much as he hated to admit it he almost did rely on the sacrifices completely to keep his pack fed during the rougher times of the year like winter and sometimes early spring. Eventually he knew they would have to move, relocate, fight for another territory but for now he wanted to remain here where it was relatively peaceful. Even if he has lived here a good portion of life he absolutely loved this forest; it really did feel like home since he knew that if he were to go back and live in society he knew he would just not fit in at all.<br/><br/>It was impossible for a preternatural creature such as himself to fit in with society completely.<br/><br/>The rest of the pack seemed to feel the same way, his son especially some days, which made him worry sometimes. But even then as much as Adler seemed to want to run off and live amongst the humans, in the end he also knew it was impossible since he had been born a pureblooded werewolf like his father. This forest could not be their home forever, right? Soon the humans really would decide they have had enough. Every member of the pack knew that, and they also liked the idea of just taking the town over once it got weak enough. They knew better than to flaunt their anticipation, once again fearing what their Alpha would think, but they have hinted it to him several times.<br/><br/>By the time the girl had been brought out to Konrad, most of the food had already been devoured by the ravenous wolves. What little was left was saved for himself and his â€˜guest of honorâ€™ so to speak. The pack was hungry but, as always, knew better than to question their Alpha lest they try his temper a little too much. He gave the girl some of the hare he had captured for himself and offered her part of the elkâ€™s neck. There meat had been expertly skinned so there was no fur left on the meat what so ever. Having skinned more animals than he could count over the years his mastery of the art was more than evident when one looked at the food. It was easy to tell when he skinned and animal and when a member of the pack skinned an animal because the pack tended to be a bit hasty. Skinning was something that too patience, a few years of practice, to get right.<br/><br/>â€œMake yourself comfortable,â€ he told the girl in a somewhat nonchalant tone, motioning for her to sit and enjoy her meal. He gave her a look that dared her to run off and make him chase her down. That defiant gaze still burned in her eyes; it seemed to be burning brighter than the fire. He was going to enjoy seeing that flame die down until there was barely anything left before he turned her. That was definitely not going to be an easy task, he knew, but that did not mean he was going to give up. A few thoughts went through his mind as he looked up at the night sky, he spoke to nobody in particular, â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Es ist kein Vollmond, aber die Nacht ist immer noch schÃ¶n</span>.â€ Smiling, he leaned back against the tree and chuckled to himself, finishing off what remained of his meal.