Blackfeather Woods a sin of your making
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Euron sat up in the den. Daylight was just beginning to seep through the canopy of the thick forest and reach between the leafy tendrils that concealed the den entrance. Euron stretched out his slim forelegs and arched his back, his tongue curling between his small fangs in a long yawn. He glanced over @Maegi and @Ramsay beside him. His tail twitched happily in response. It was practically a reflex.

His gaze than roamed across the den floor and along the walls until it fell upon @Potema lying in the back. The twitch in his tail stopped. This too had become automatic.The pup's lips drew tighter and turned down in a subtle frown. Looking upon his littermates bestowed him a feeling of joy and security. But he could associate his mother with nothing but hunger. Hunger that, somehow, burned in his stomach but made the rest of him feel cold.

For some time he did not but stare. The texture, taste, and smell of regurgitated meat sprung to mind. Euron's nose momentarily reached forward to sniff. The movement caused a long, dangling strand of drool to break and land on his toe. The sensation broke his trance. He snapped his gaze to his paw and then took notice of how much slaver had collected on his tongue. His mouth felt unbearably full.

The pup wrinkled his snout, disgusted by the mess of his own making. His chin was wet and his cheeks too. He scrubbed the saliva off in his foreleg, which was no better place for it. A quick shake of his leg did nothing to rid him of the warm and sticky discomfort, so he was forced to tongue-bathe himself back to cleanliness. Once the task was done, he shook his head and, with a sigh, laid back down beside his littermates and closed his eyes.