Both listened attentively. Stories were a major part of Royal Wolf tradition, and they both loved hearing new ones.
"Things would be so much easier if they could simply leave an unjust One for another pack," she said to Blind Seer.
"Yes, it would be." Blind Seer scratched behind an ear as he thought out loud. "So what he is saying is that this usurper One steals the meat from the kill, fattening himself and starving the pack."
"So it sounds." She sighed in frustration at yet another aspect of human behavior that she understood existed, but couldn't for the life of her figure out why. "Why can they not see that in doing this, they weaken the rest of their pack? It is always right for the Ones to take the choice shares of meat, but without the rest of the pack in good condition, they will never take down the best kills?"
She ran a hand through the loose bits of her hair and frowned deeply. "Sometimes--mostly--is so much easier being a wolf." She looked up mournfully. "Back home, King Tedric is fair, and Sapphire and Shad will be fair when he dies. Even Healed One is fair when not..." She searched for the words. "What is word for under magic control? Bewitched? Yes. I am very sorry for you."