You raise your weapon and fire it at what appears to be the oldest Kronsit. It falls immediately. The rest of the Kronsit start to howl with the deepest, most soulful howls you’ve ever heard. The Kronsit huddle around the fallen Kronsit and their bodies shudder with what can only be crying. They drag the elder Kronsit into the forest as the howls continue until nightfall.
You retreat to your vessel to sleep, still hungry.
When dawn appears, you find that your craft is surrounded by dozens of snarling Kronsits, who hurtle rocks at your craft. You can’t leave the safety of your craft for fear of being attacked. You try to shoot your way out, but anytime one Kronsit falls, another takes its place. This goes on for days until you succumb to hunger and collapse. Your last memory is that of the howling sad Kronsit while you feel shame for using the Kronsits’ trust against them.