Trash? Why did it sound like Irving heard someone say some wolves eat trash before? Then, it hit him. He just eyed Eugene, who narrowed his eyes at the phone's direction.
"Len can join you in eating scraps from the snow fields, Mr Andrei, but I doubt he will ask Claude to eat anything like that." Eugene pulled a long face. "Don't teach Vin to do the same, either. Also, the snow preserves meat. It's not like it should be that rotten."
"…I really like you!" Andrei laughed. "Why can't Len like you, too?"
"He doesn't appreciate greatness if it's not him."
The youngest among them smiled and would speak, but he noticed Claude whip his head toward the center of the sick tent. The muffled and released screams of panic resounded around them. Irving darted his vision at every student who recovered from the hunger spell.
