Entaru jumped a bit when the daggers came shooting out of the corpse next to him. As the wolf sat up Entaru realized that their new friend had just woken up. And judging by the daggers now in the ceiling, he was like them...special.
"Ah good, your awake. Welcome to the ranks of the undead, rookie." Entaru said in a militaristic tone, a bit of his past life coming through. "And to answer your question, yes. We did attack you, and that hunger that should be welling up inside you is the reason why." Entaru swallowed the last bit of meat he had harvested off of White, cleaning his fingers on his shredded pant leg.
"That's Zarda," Entaru pointed in Zarda's direction with his bloody thumb "I'm Entaru. We killed you. Now that you're one of us, you can help us do the same to others. Speaking of which, what's your name greenhorn." Entaru's perma-grin widened indicating a friendly smile.