Dragoncrest Cliffs we were children of beasts

Kiwi confesses her hunger and steps up to it, a smile curving upon her features. If the other three puppies don’t pick up on the scent, her daughter could have the whole thing to herself. There will be other kills she’ll bring to all of them, enjoying spending the one on one time it affronts her along the way.

“I found its scent, chased after it, and caught up,” she tells her, lowering her rump to the ground and all the way until she’s sternal, watching the curious child explore. “We hunt for the food we eat, just like you will one day,” she explains.