"You can smell what in me?" The Void asked.
"That you are one of us. Or rather, you were." The Ry replied. "I wouldn't have dared come close to an Abomination if not for your smell. You have yet to become a monster, brother. You are better than this. Fight it!"
"Easy for you to say." Derek snarled, the word "brother" hurt him more than his hunger. "I'm the one suffering. You are asking me to give up on my meal, on my prey for nothing but your sake. Give me one good reason."
"I'll do better. I'll give you a tasty one." The Ry nodded to his pack and the wolves stepped back. "Let the buffalos go and you can eat me. I'm stronger than any animal. I'm a magical beast. You can feed on both my mana and life force."
The Void instinctively knew that the red-furred wolf was right. If the strongest buffalo was a torch, the Ry shone like a raging fire to his senses. Even the whole herd was nothing compared to a single magical beast.
