Vark listened as the little one spoke of how she simply just wanted to kill the little bug. Vark considered her predicament. She was young, very young, and experiencing the truths of the world for the first time. Her emotions weren’t blunted by experience. He considered the situation. She was a girl, for starters, and so stereotypically more caring of the world around her. Secondly, she was sad, almost distraught, by the fact that she had killed a small and innocent creature. "So, what was your reason for bringing about this bugs death?” Vark asked gently, indicating the remains of the bug. "Killing is apart of nature. The stronger must survive off the weaker. It is the cycle of life.” Vark looked at the blur that was the other wolf, struggling with a way to explain the predicament to the little one and to ease her sadness. Vark returned to the bug, intent on solving one issue at a time. "Why did you kill the bug?” He asked, again as gently as possible.