"Should I eat it?" The ever-simple Fenrir finally made his appearance, noticing the bizarre situation involving his creation. Until he marked the beast, allowing it into his pack, he barely perceived an ounce of kinship from it and didn't hesitate in his decision to fully destroy it.
For a moment, Noah greatly considered the option, but alternatively, he still wanted the creature for Ailetta's use. Silence lingered as Noah racked his brain. While reorganizing his thoughts, he couldn't help but envision a scenario where Fenrir haphazardly created more abominations without considering the repercussions.
He pictured miniature, distorted Fenrirs terrorizing the world, their unnatural regeneration posing a higher threat than the current zombie takeover. The thought of hundreds or even dozens of evolved abominations swarming him made Noah wary of the creatures, prompting him to mentally note the importance of properly limiting Fenrir's creations.
