Deep Hunger

"We leave nothing to waste here, not in this pack..." the wolf grins, dull teeth thick and yellow, bone-crushing and large. " ... at least, for those whose bones aren't worthy of staining our ground. Pup-killers. Warmongers. The mad. The diseased, even- better I devour the sickness than risk it spilling into the ground. Most packs wouldn't take someone like me in. But still, the Teeth found their use for a creature such as me, so I eat when they tell me to and don't when they command not to. So, tell me..."

The wolf stalks closer, their tall, skeletal frame looming over you, their purple eyes ablaze with hunger.

"Did they send you to be devoured, too?"

Deep hunger is the pack cannibal. He was orginially a wanderer who killed and devoured as he saw fit, but as with all things, age dulls thrill and he found himself lonely. Especially with a name as infamous as he, the bounty hunters and avengers were getting uncomfortably numerous, and he knew he needed allies... and the Stonetooth Pack was accepting, provided he reserve his... eccentric tastes only for those allowed.