"You just killed them like that?" Ron looked regretful.
Harry, beside him, wore an equally rueful expression.
In front of them, the three Giant Dire Wolves lay lifeless, their necks snapped.
The two boys regretted it not just because the three Giant Dire Wolves might have been Hagrid's pets, but also because they really were beautiful.
Their coats were silver-gray all over, with a soft radiance shimmering around them in the wandlight. They truly were extraordinarily beautiful.
Most people had some weakness for good looks, but Harry and Ron had more than a little-they were absolute suckers for them. Naturally, they felt it was a shame to kill such beautiful Giant Dire Wolves just like that.
Tris was a sucker for good looks too, to an almost obsessive degree. Yet he had still killed the three Giant Dire Wolves without the slightest hesitation.
"They attacked wizards," Tris said flatly. "They made no attempt to hide their hostility toward us from the moment they ambushed us, and everything they did afterward was aimed at hunting us down.
"That means they have no hesitation about hunting wizards, or humans in general. They're probably very used to it. This most likely wasn't their first time hunting humans. If I don't run into creatures like these, that's one thing. But once I do, there's no way I'm letting them live."
In both his previous life and this one, Tris had been an ardent human chauvinist, firmly believing that humanity's interests came first. If he encountered something that might threaten humans and had the ability to deal with it, he would naturally take care of it while he was there.
After hearing Tris's explanation, Harry and Ron could hardly say anything more.
The three continued deeper into the forest.
Those three wolves probably counted as