Karina’s face fell at Moonshadow’s question; her own biological dependence on the flesh of other creatures had always been a struggle for her. “There would be no need for predator and prey, if the world was infinite,” Karina began. How she wished that were so! “As it is though... without predators, imagine... the deer would multiply until every blade of grass was devoured. They would starve to death in hordes, slowly and painfully... much more painfully than falling to the hunt.” Karina trembled slightly as she imagined the horror. The Mother would weep to see her children suffer so.
“Wolves take the weak and the sick from the herds,” she continued, remembering a lesson from long, long ago. Her father had taught her this, at her very first hunt. “If not for us, the weak would go on to pass their traits to their young, and disease would spread throughout the herd. Predators keep the herd strong and healthy... So the hunt is a kindness, in its own way.” She knew all this to be true, and yet she had never been able to bring herself to join in the hunt. Seeing the fear in her prey’s eyes, feeling its racing heartbeat in her jaws, tasting its warm, fresh blood on her tongue... She shuddered at the thought. Karina could satisfy her own hunger on edible plants and scavenge her meat from the already deceased.
“Does your mother live in the Cove with you?” Karina asked, thinking of her own mother in Hearthwood River. Would that she could still be with her. “She sounds like a kindred spirit. I would love to meet her.”