Redhawk Caldera My mind's a jungle, it's dark and wild

There it was, submission. Peter had reacted exactly how Whip had hoped. He moved in closer to snag his brother's ration, but before he could take it away to add to his own pile, Peregrine intervened by blocking Whip's path. Begrudgingly, the child bit his lip and stifled the growl that formed in his tiny, sunken chest. He backed away, tail tucked low and ears splayed back.

Moving back to what remained of his own pile, Whip ate and forced himself to be content with what he had.