Loretta held the little rabbit in her arms, As she noticed Konrad walk over towards the cave as well, she warily glanced over towards him.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œThat hare smells delicious, a nice catch if I do say so myself.â€</span>She was slightly protective and unwilling to give the tiny helpless animal up. The poor bunny had done no wrong after all, it had the right to live as any of them did.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œTragen Sie zum FrÃ¼hstÃ¼ck, MÃ¤dchen?â€</span>The girl didn't understand German, wondering what was being asked of her. She had never had to learn languages outside of her own, and frankly it didn't interest to her learn them anyways.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œHeâ€™s asking if that hare is your contribute to breakfast, in case you donâ€™t understand German, which Iâ€™m assuming you donâ€™tâ€</span>"No, I don't understand German." She replied, though not answering the other question.<br/><br/>The little hare in her arms still squirmed and struggled; it hadn't fought her one bit before Alder and Conrad came along. Loretta looked down at it. The little animal was harmless, rabbits never did anything to harm the wolves. Deer could fight and defend themselves, little bunnies like this one could not. As for contributing the breakfast... did she really want to give the alpha the pleasure of having her just hand the little hare over to him as if it was nothing? It had a life too, it deserved to stay alive as much as he did, as much as anyone else did. But she knew better than to disobey. Finally she nodded and handed to little hare off to Konrad, trying to hide the sad look in her eyes. She hated sacrifice and death... she just couldn't stand it. It was not her way of life, and frankly she didn't want to have anything to do with it.<br/><br/>After she had given the little animal to the alpha male, she turned and walked back off to where she had been before, her little corner of the cave where she had been originally put when she was first brought here. She curled her legs under her, ignoring the pricking pain that stabbed her legs as the rough, sharp rocks dug into her skin. 'It's just a wild animal. It's life doesn't matter.' She tried thinking, feeling burdeningly guilty for being the cause of the hare's capture. Had she left it alone it would have hopped off and been safe by now. But because she had to act so friendly with it and treat it as a pet, she had been forced to hand it over at food instead of letting it live. She hid her tears... it felt pathetic to cry over something like that, but she couldn't help it. All her life she'd been raised around animals, healed them, helped them. Rarely ate them or killed them. Whenever she hunted it was deer, because at least they could run away and defend themselves. But mainly on her hunting trips she gathered berries and plants instead of true hunting.<br/><br/>When food was done, Loretta remained at the back of the pack until everyone had had their fill. She knew the ranks of wolves, she knew that the lowest ranks ate lastly. And of course she was going to be the lowest of the low, being a human among these wolves. Still, she noticed that Konrad was careful to save at least a little bit of meat for her. Like Alder had said, his father wouldn't let her starve at least. The girl ate silently, not looking at anyone or saying anything. Once she was done, she quickly went back to the cave without raising her gaze from the ground nor asking for permission to be dismissed. She used a little bit of the water from the flask to wash her hands, wiping them on her bloodstained dress. The red stains on it disgusted her, and she was beginning to feel like a monster herself honestly. A killer. An animal like these wolves were. She couldn't blame them for what they were, but she wasn't one of them. She should have kept that distinct, but she'd let herself be put below their control and now she had to deal with being submissive to someone whom would typically have no power over her.