The wolves turned a bit as they chewed upon some of the flesh of the guards. A touch disturbing to say the least but for the druid it would be merely nature in all its essence. Everything has to eat after all. The wolves think for a moment upon the whole burying of bones since that was asked of them. They saw nothing wrong with it and then the one she spoke to would respond<strong>"Yes but… whats gravy?"</strong>He asked completely puzzled and why not, it was not something they knew or would in such nature. Still the other questions did get answered<strong>"No people told us where to go to find our next meal. We simply took in the air and found the scent. They have been often found. You have to be fast to claim the best meat and aggressive against those that would steal it."</strong>Indicating they were simply acting upon their own instincts as predatory scavengers and animals.<strong>"Yes, there were others like this. Usually however the crows would find the meat first before the pack scares them away."</strong>Regardless, of whom wins in such conflicts, the crows and animals never will grow hungry. Not while humanoids kill each other.