She left his corpse lying where she had killed him. She could smell his thick, oozing blood mixing with the sweet autumnal aroma. A plethora of moist soil, fallen brown leaves, and soft tree bark. She wouldn't feast on him or allow her pack to, as she feared his sins to her kind would make his flesh bittered, almost like a poison that had absorbed into his thick, rough skin. She would leave him to the creatures of the night. His well-fed carcass would bring them all a hearty meal to help get them through these cold, harsh nights. Her remaining pack, now safe, waited patiently under the moonlight until she was finished with her duty.