what will they be like?

Amber nodded her head. "I'm good at hunting. I've grown nimble on my paws over time." Indeed she has. After all of that running and pouncing on game for her temporary caches she had become a fine hunter. But she didn't want to brag. "Here, you can have this. I don't need anything to eat at the moment," she pawed her rabbit to Osprey, "Besides, you look a bit drowned. You deserve it." She sat down and yawned, not because she was tired, she just felt like it.