"I don't have a pack. I'm a cougar." He reminds Ylva, not for the first time. "Most people aren't wolves. Most creatures alone or in pairs, and we survive as well as your kind does. And many creatures eat their own, not even because they're starving, but just because food is food. I've seen gophers eat their own on the highways, and chickens eat their own in the coops, and it's simply within their nature. Few things taste as good as your own kind."

He has a sip of water and goes back to eat another chicken wing. "Eating friends is easier than eating enemies here. They give me permission, and nobody's feelings are hurt." Siffleur gives Ylva a smug look. "And some of them like being eaten."